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i2ycat · 1 year ago

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clumsily yours

pairing lee heeseung x fem!reader synopsis when your clumsy ass never fails to embarrass yourself in front of your crush, lee heeseung. but the catch is that lee heeseung is embarrassing himself to get your attention as well. a match made in heaven, if you will. genre college au, fluff, slight angst, friends to lovers word count 5k+ warnings one mention of wanting to have heeseung in your bed, use of the word whore (in a non-derogatory manner), my man jungwon working overtime as the resident best friend, reader compares herself to other people, kissing, lmk if i missed anything else main masterlist

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Clumsy might as well have been your middle name with how much you embarrass yourself, tripping on your own two feet like a toddler learning how to walk for the very first time being just one of the many. However, your clumsiness doesn’t just extend to matters pertaining to your body; you’d much rather it end there, but things never really go your way. It also includes embarrassing yourself in front of Lee Heeseung.

You first met Heeseung at orientation. He was in the year above you, acting as one of the guides that led you and a bunch of other freshmen around the campus. You didn’t know it at the time — though you could’ve guessed — but you were just one of the many girls who fell for Heeseung’s charming smile on the first day of the semester.

Heeseung was known to be good with his words, having the innate ability to let anyone’s guard down. He had a disposition for making kind gestures and making you feel at ease, even with just his presence alone. You still remember the smile he passed you as you wandered aimlessly around the university. At one point, he was even nice enough to initiate small talk, asking you what course you took and whether you had clubs in mind you wanted to join, to which you remember answering the music club.

It was around mid-winter when you succumbed to the heat spreading throughout you whenever Heeseung was around, even at a distance. That was also the same time you found out about his reputation — an infamy for being a tragic womanizer. Tragic because he left every single girl behind with a hotter desire to get him back, but once he left, that was it. He was never one to get back with the same girl.

You’ve heard rumours of how Heeseung was such a good lover that they just couldn’t let him go. Another was that he dated three girls at the same time while he was in Bali for the holidays.

They didn’t bother you because it wasn’t like you had a chance with Heeseung to begin with. It’s hard enough that you’re his junior, but adding the fact that you’ve endlessly embarrassed yourself in front of him just makes it that much more of an exacerbation. Admiring his pretty face from afar doesn’t hurt anybody, especially not your heart.

“Stop ogling at him like some creep.” Jungwon grimaces, stabbing his fork carelessly into pieces of chicken atop his plate of creamy fettuccine.

Even in the packed dining hall, you couldn’t help but notice Heeseung the moment he entered. It wasn’t that you were looking for him; it just so happened that when you looked up, he and his friends walked in. “I wasn’t ogling; he just came in when I looked up.” You explain, despite knowing that Jungwon doesn’t believe you one bit. He has every reason to not, really. You’ve dragged him around campus just to get a glimpse of Heeseung in between classes, talked his ear off about how much you wanted the boy, and all the in between.

“I really don’t get why you don’t just talk to him.” He starts chewing in between words. “It’s not like he has a preference either; he literally dated Yuna from our introduction to economics class.”

“That’s ‘cause she’s pretty!”

“And you’re not?” He raises a brow incredulously.

“Well, I am... but what I’m saying is that Yuna is in a different league of pretty.” Your platter of chicken parmesan sits half eaten and forgotten. “An exclusive league of Heeseung’s exes.” You mutter almost enviously.

It’s true that every single girl that Heeseung dated was beyond the threshold of being just beautiful — Karina, Yuna, and Yunjin, just to name a few. It didn’t help that they are all such nice girls; though you’ve never interacted with them yourself, you know a good-hearted person when you see one.

“You could easily add yourself to that list,” Jungwon states matter-of-factly, taking hold of your unfinished plate of food.

Could you really though?

You look past your best friend and towards the direction of the table where Heeseung and his friends are currently sitting. He’s everything your highschool self could’ve ever wanted in a guy; older, funny, tall, handsome. How could anyone not fall for him? You don’t even blame the girls for wanting to get back with Heeseung, no matter the heartbreak.

Even as he conversed with Jay and Sunghoon, he had this cheekiness and charm to him that drew you in like no other. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought for sure that he was like any other nerd in the campus, with semi-permanent smiles, black rims and jean everything, but way hotter.

As if Heeseung could feel your lingering stare, his eyes met yours. Is it overly cheesy and overused to say that your entire world has stopped? Yes, but you can’t help it because that’s exactly what happened. For a moment, it was nobody else but you and Heeseung in this entire universe.

The rosy tint in your cheeks is hard to conceal, and you can practically hear the heart palpitations in your ear. You don’t even notice that Jungwon is rolling his eyes at you, because he’s sure he’s seen this exact same scene about a hundred times before.

Oh, you were horrendously down bad for Lee Heeseung.

—

“Y/n?” A familiar voice faintly calls from behind you, taking your attention off the book you were reading. You turn, half-expecting it to be Jungwon asking to borrow your car, only to be faced with Heeseung sporting his signature smile. You could’ve sworn you died right then and there.

“Heeseung?” You managed to keep your composure, but you were feeling like a high school girl all over again, internally giggling and kicking your feet over the fact that he was within a 2-metre radius of you.

This wasn’t the first time you’ve talked to Heeseung, but it definitely was the first time you’ve ever gotten this close to him. You could almost make out the number of freckles across the expanse of his face, and you’d gladly continue to do so if he hadn’t already realised the fact that you’re practically a breath away from each other due to his miscalculation of distance.

Heeseung awkwardly falls to his ass as he tries to inch backward. “Ouch,” He hisses.

“Are you okay?” You let the book fall from your hands, instinctively reaching towards him.

“Pretend you never saw that.”

“My eyes were closed!” You hastily reply.

Heeseung’s hazel eyes momentarily swim in yours, as if he wanted to dig deeper into you and know everything about you that he possibly could. He felt as if he was put into a trance under you. A beat passes before he lets out a hearty, genuine laugh. It fills your ears with a heavenly symphony. You wish you could hear it forever, so you commit it to memory. You also wished you would always be the reason he laughed like this.

You don’t know why he’s laughing, but it’s infectious enough for you to want to join in the short concord of laughter. So, it becomes just you and him laughing like complete maniacs in the centre of the campus quadrangle. Other students in the area send the both of you weird looks, but you don’t pay them any mind, because who cares? Who cares if the school’s heartbreaker is having a little fun with little old Jang Y/n? What could possibly go wrong?

In this moment and time, absolutely nothing could go wrong. Right now, the Lee Heeseung in front of you isn’t just what the rumours say he is. He doesn’t have to be the lover everyone makes him out to be.

“We should do this more often.” A smile is still present on Heeseung’s soft features.

“Do what? You fall on your ass, then we laugh?” You don’t know where this newfound confidence came from, but you don’t mind it in the slightest bit. You’re finally able to hold conversations with Heeseung without stuttering over your words and making a fool of yourself.

“Hey! You said you didn’t see a thing.” He pouts, and you feel your heart melting. You put your hands up in faux defeat, softly chuckling at the childish side of Heeseung that he’s suddenly showcasing to you on a sunny Tuesday afternoon.

A comfortable silence starts to permeate the air.

From behind, Heeseung’s friends start to call out for him, breaking the trance you’ve been put in under his warm stare. “I guess I’ll get going. See you around.” He gets up, waving with a boyish expression, which you gladly reciprocate.

—

Jungwon lets out an exasperated sigh, his fingers shifting to massage his temples as he takes the time to cool his nerves. He wonders why he continues to go through with his friendship with you, letting the question take laps around his mind while you stare at him with unwaveringly bright eyes.

“Come on,” You whine. “Please?”

“Can’t you just ask him yourself? You told me that you talked to him a few days ago.”

“Yeah, but what if he thinks I’m weird?”

“That’s because you are,” Jungwon mutters, huffing once more out of pure dispairment. “Look, it’s not weird for you to simply ask a friend out.”

“When you phrase it like that, you make it sound as if I’m asking him to be my boyfriend!” You nudge him in the arm.

“That’s because you make it seem as if you are.” He gives you a look and says, “See? It’s not that big of a deal.” You’re rendered speechless at Jungwon’s words of wisdom, as he likes to call them.

“Please?” You attempt to coerce Jungwon one last time, looking up at him with the infamous puppy eyes, but immediately admit defeat when he narrows his eyes at you, brows furrowing in the process. “Ugh, fine.” You get up from your position on the couch, dusting yourself when you stand in front of the body-length mirror by the front door.

“Text me when it goes wrong!” Jungwon’s voice echoes in the small apartment as you shut the door.

The walk to campus was relatively peaceful, but it doesn’t do much to calm either your heart or thoughts, even as you rehearse the lines in your head ten times over.

Hey, Heeseung! I really wanted you to come to the show my friends and I are having tonight! No, you’re doing way too much. Might as well tell him you want to kiss him.

Heeseung! Come to the show my friends and I are having. Definitely not, too demanding.

Hee! Could you please come to the show my friends and I are having tonight? Hee? And you sound way too desperate.

Hey, Heeseung! You and your friends could come to the show my friends and I are having tonight! You could roll with this. Friendly, casual, and totally doesn’t sound like you desperately want him to be there at all.

As you go over the lines in your head one last time for good measure, your body crashes into one that is much firmer and larger than yours.

“Ow!” You yell, hands flying all over the place to find something to hold on to catch your fall, which you do — a bicep, more specifically Lee Heeseung’s bicep.

In the flurry of emotions, you didn’t even notice who you bumped into, only realising seconds later when you'd already gotten steady on your own two feet by using their body as an anchor.

“It’s you again.” Heeseung’s voice is hard to mistake; the familiarity in his sweet and melodic tone does not fail to strike you in the heart, making it beat ten times faster against your chest.

Oh.

Almost instantly, you become hyper-aware of his touch on your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your eyes are blown wide, unable to compute that you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of Heeseung yet again. You just grabbed him in the bicep. All you wanted to do right now was hide in a ditch, preferably for the rest of the semester.

“Yeah, haha. It’s me again.” You rub your nape awkwardly, letting out a forced chuckle. “I was thinking about you!”

“Really now?” Heeseung raises a brow, with both intrigue and mirth present in his features.

The colour in your cheeks deepens. “No! That’s- that’s not what I meant. I was- I was just-” Each second that ticks by makes you want to run away even more, as you’re sure you’ve embarrassed yourself more than enough by now. He definitely thinks you’re some weirdo who thinks about him every second of the day — which you are, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Not that I mind you thinking about me; I actually quite like that you do, because at least I know the feeling’s mutual.” A smug smirk maintains itself on Heeseung’s face, twinkling eyes scanning the expanse of your face.

The what is what now?

You gulp almost painfully, blinking up at Heeseung with a bewildered stare, because there’s no way he just implied that he thinks about you too. Surely you’ve inferred wrongly. There’s just no way that you can take up space in the Lee Heeseung’s head.

“I-I have a show today at Delton. My band and I are performing. It would be nice if you could come.” You make the effort to completely disregard the revelation he’s just thrusted upon you, instead taking the chance to make use of the mental prep you were doing just minutes earlier. You were ready to ask him to come to your show, not to receive an indirect confession. It wasn’t a profession of love, but a confession nonetheless.

If Jungwon knew about this, he’d probably kick you in the shin for your pathetic excuse of a response. You internally shudder at the thought of Jungwon blowing up at you after you tell him what just transpired.

Before Heeseung can even come up with a response, you excuse yourself, brushing past him in a rushed manner. You didn’t even want to spare a glance at his face, scared that you would fall to your knees right then and there.

—

“Are you nervous?” Gaon, who is situated with a mic stand beside you, asks.

You nod your head ever-so-slightly, wiping your sweaty hands on the sides of your sweatshirt. You joined the music club a few months ago, but it wasn’t until just a few weeks ago that you started joining them as a lead vocalist in performances. So even until now, you weren’t acclimated to singing in front of a crowd just yet, no matter the size.

“I know you’ll kill it; you always do.” You both share a smile before the curtain in front of you slowly reveals the humble crowd just beyond the stage. In the dim lighting, your eyes scan the audience one by one, recognising a few girls from the classes you take and a few from the other majors. You even spot Karina with Yunjin near the back, as well as Jungwon.

When you don’t find Heeseung, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t disappointed. But after the little encounter you had with him this afternoon, you wouldn’t have either.

You put your thoughts aside when the familiar strums of Gaon and Junhan’s guitar fill your in-ears. You take a final deep breath, calming the last of your shaking nerves.

“Think of me when you’re out, when you’re out there.” The stage lights finally bring attention to you as you sing the first verse, closing your eyes in the moment. “I’ll beg you nice from my knees.”

Right as the beat drops, guitars and drums harmonising to create a new rock-sounding melody, you open your eyes, only to see Heeseung in all his jean-clad glory standing at the front row. He’s hard to miss as he practically towers over everyone else with his intimidating height.

“All I wanted was you.” You pull the mic stand towards you, emotions pouring out of every lyric that you sing. As if no one else mattered in the confined space of the bar, you kept your gaze solely on Heeseung. The confidence in your voice mirrors the one you wish you had as you make it further into the song, singing the lyrics line by line. Adrenaline takes over, letting you enjoy the moment to the fullest.

When the music comes to a complete stop, the loud cheers and hooting of the audience replace it instantly. You thank the crowd for the night and make it backstage, getting bombarded with compliments from the stage crew and other performers.

“You sang so well!” along with other compliments, continue to follow even as you disappear back into the crowd, attempting to find your way back to Jungwon. You make an effort to smile at them bashfully, even though you don’t think you did as well as you wanted to tonight.

“Y/n!” Heeseung pushes past people to get to you, mumbling a roll of short ‘excuse me's in the process. “Hey, um, you did really well.”

“Thank you.” You smile at him.

You looked so beautiful, which was what Heeseung wanted to add, but he remains silent and motionless, admiring the way you looked under the dim lighting instead. You’ve both made it near the back of the bar, where there was nobody else but you two. The next performers kicked off their performance of the night, so it made conversations between Heeseung and you harder to hear, prompting him to inch a step or two towards you.

“You have a really beautiful voice,” He shouts over the background instrumentals. His body is closer to yours, with his hands ghosting over the shell of your ears. Is it just you or was it getting hot in here?

You thank him once again, not trusting yourself to say any more than that, already semi-traumatised by this afternoon’s incident. Because what if you accidentally let out that the reason you chose to cover the song was because of him? With your luck, you were sure you would be spilling how much you wanted him entangled with you in your bed.

“You like Paramore?” He asks, trying his best to keep the conversation alive. He knew you liked music from the get-go, so he used it to his advantage. He usually isn’t one to pull all his weight with the girls he talks to, but it felt different with you. He felt that he needed to try even harder with you if he wanted to get you. It’s a first for Heeseung, and it scared the shit out of him.

“I do, actually!” You purse your lips into a small smile, reminiscing about the times when you would hold a makeshift concert in front of your sister with remote controls as microphones and stools as stages. “I used to listen to them a lot when I was younger.”

“All I wanted was you is actually my favourite song from them.”

“Really?”

“Maybe even more now after I’ve heard your rendition of it.” Your breath hitches in your throat probably for the nth time today and because of the same damn reason: Lee Heeseung and his endless flirting. Could you even call this flirting? You don’t know anymore. He’s just playing with you, like he does every other girl on this entire campus.

“I think I heard Jungwon calling for me!” You motion with your hands, already taking a step back before Heeseung could even catch you. He watches as your figure disappears into the sea of people, sighing to himself in defeat. You’ve ran away from him, again.

—

“Then what the fuck is the issue here? Because I don’t see one!” Jungwon groans after hearing your side of the story. “He’s obviously into you if he’s making the effort to flirt with you. Plus, I saw you guys talking real close last night. You left me alone for a MAN of all people.”

“Jungwon, must I remind you that you’re a MAN yourself?”

“Then take my fucking advice, as I am a part of the MAN community, when I tell you that you should just let yourself be happy and be with the damn guy! Who the fuck gives a fuck if he’s a man whore?” He finishes his piece of bread, dusting off the crumbs towards you in a manner of frustration. “We’re in college; everyone’s a whore.”

You roll your eyes at him, but you don’t say anything to retort because you know it’s true.

You’ve long accepted the fact that you would only ever hold the title of Heeseung’s friend, so it felt like sudden whiplash when Heeseung was starting to show signs of reciprocating your feelings — or at least you think so, when all you’ve ever fantasised about was him feeling the same way. Maybe it suddenly felt too real, and you weren’t actually expecting him to like you when all you’ve done is embarrass yourself in front of him.

You didn’t want to jump the gun either, making your heart feel even worse if it really was all just friendly. I mean, what could you possibly have done to make him finally notice you the way you notice him?

“Ugh, I know that look. Give yourself more credit!” He ruffles your hair and says, “You’re already extremely pretty in your own way.” The intensity in his eyes softened. “And this thing isn’t just a friendly gesture, I can tell that much. He wouldn’t go this long to just play with someone, you know that.” You nod, acknowledging that Heeseung was too nice for that. He may have dated a long list of girls, but those girls only ever had good things to say about Heeseung, from how attentive he is to how he always takes care of them. It’s what made Heeseung such a popular bachelor in the first place — being such a good lover.

“He likes you for you, Y/n. Plus, you deserve to be loved, so let yourself be loved, yeah?” Jungwon’s thumb goes over the apples of your cheeks lovingly.

“Jungwon,” You pout, touched by your best friend’s sweet words. “Come here.” You widen your arms for a hug, and knowing that he despises physical touch, you’re not surprised when he runs away from you, but even then you chase after him.

—

A few weeks have passed since Jungwon gave you that pep talk, and ever since then, you’ve been more open and less awkward to Heeseung’s flirting, even replying with your own few flirty lines here and there. The both of you have evidently become much closer than just friends; everyone with a pair of eyes can see that much. And with Heeseung’s reputation and popularity, it’s all everyone has been talking about these few days.

Girls have been approaching you left and right, telling you to keep your guard up with Heeseung because he’s going to leave you the way he left the other girls, telling you how you’re not special and that you’re just his newest plaything. You know they all had good intentions, but deep down, it still hurt all the same. Did it instill a newfound insecurity within you? Yes. Did you now have an irrational fear of being ditched? Yes, times two. But the catch was that you weren’t even a thing to begin with.

Every single lingering touch and loving stare was under the umbrella of just friends, with neither of you making the effort to clarify because it was always more convenient that way. But you’re starting to get greedy as the days pass. You don’t want to just be his plaything, and maybe you’re reaching, but you really want this to be something. If you’ve already gotten this far, what’s a little more?

You’re unable to stop these thoughts from spreading throughout the crevices of your mind, even while you’re lying across Heeseung’s couch with your head on his lap. His tender hand caresses your locks, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok with the other.

Routines like this have unknowingly formed throughout the few months you’ve gotten to know Heeseung; after class, you would either end up at Heeseung’s apartment to chill and talk or find yourselves at a nearby restaurant to try. You recently found out that Heeseung is a big foodie, with ramen being his favourite of them all. It’s small stuff like this that makes you feel as if you’ve dug deeper into Heeseung than anyone else ever has before. After all, you’ve stayed with him longer than in all his past relationships.

It’s a sense of false accomplishment, really. They’ve got to actually call Heeseung their boyfriend, while you’re just some fake. A girl-friend.

“Baby, look at this.” Did you add that he also calls you baby? Because he does, all the damn time. You always remind him to just use your name, but he reasons that baby fits you much better. It’s as if he’s deliberately trying to torture your heart.

Heeseung shows you a video on his phone, but your mind is already occupied elsewhere, which he takes immediate notice of. “Baby?” He calls, his fingers brushing your cheek.

You sit up from your position on his lap to face him, “Heeseung, what are we?” You see Heeseung’s body tense up, his jaw going rigged, and his eyes blown wide.

The silence is deafening.

“I-” Words fail to make it past Heeseung’s lips, leaving him at a loss for words. As each second on the clock ticks by, your heart breaks a little more. So he really was going to discard you like everyone else.

You continue to chide yourself for your naivety, for thinking that you could change him when you couldn’t even make him like you. You don’t even blame him because you’re definitely not a Karina or a Yunjin in any aspect; there’s no way he would fall for you.

“I wanted the timing to feel right.” Finally finding the courage, he continues. “I didn’t want to rush into things because this felt different.” His auburn orbs soften as he gazes at you with such love and affection, wanting nothing more than to hold you tight in his arms.

“I don’t get it.”

“I’ve been wanting to ask you to be my girlfriend for a while now, and I’ve been thinking of ways to ask you. Over a fancy dinner, maybe?” He chuckles, his hand flying to scratch the back of his neck. “And I still want to do that officially, but if you must know, you’re the only girl I want.”

You’re the only girl he wants. His voice echoes in your head, effectively melting every single doubt and insecurity in its path.

Heeseung scoots closer to you with his hands cupping your cheek. “Can I kiss you?” You slowly nod.

His soft lips felt perfect on yours, and you could feel your body buzzing with relief and warmth, your skin burning under his. His touch, his kiss, and his body being so close to yours made you feel lightheaded with want. It electrified you. Every single thing would no longer matter after this moment because Heeseung wanted you the same way you wanted him.

He was yours, and you were his.

—

“Where are we going?” You ask as you watch endless views of the seaside flurry by. With the windows rolled down, you relish in the onshore spring breeze.

“You’ll see, baby.” Heeseung squeezes your thigh for good measure, letting out a hearty laugh when the apples of your cheeks tint a bright red.

Minutes continue to pass you by, and when you reach your destination, or you believe that it is, Heeseung asks you to don a blindfold. You immediately comply, albeit a bit concerned, yet you still let yourself get dragged by Heeseung into unseen territory. With one of your senses gone, the sounds of hushed whispers, the clinging of keys, elevator sounds accompanied by their music, and the closing of a door are amplified tenfold. You try to make sense of your surroundings but give it up when you haven’t a single clue as to where you are or what you’re doing. You occasionally make the effort to inquire Heeseung about it, but he shuts you down almost immediately, repeating that you’ll see it soon enough.

“Come on, you big baby.”

Heeseung unties the blindfold, letting it fall onto the ground as you get slowly acclimated to the sudden difference in lighting.

It takes you a few seconds to realise that you’re in a hotel room, one that has been neatly decorated with helium balloons and flower petals everywhere, as well as the most stunning view you’ve ever seen. The sun continues to set in the background, painting the sky hues of orange and pink. You could even see the beach so perfectly from where you stood in the doorway. Your heart swells in its place, looking back at Heeseung with tears lining your eyes.

With his hand still clasped in yours, he leads you further into the suite, pointing at the large metallic letters reading, ‘Can I Be Your Boyfriend?’ on the headboard of the bed.

You knew that Heeseung wanted to make it special when he asked to officially become your boyfriend, but you didn’t think he would go this far: booking a hotel, letting the hotel staff in on it, then decorating said room in all your favourite colours.

“Heeseung.” You turn, hands flying towards Heeseung, to capture him in a deep and passionate kiss. When you’re both breathless and panting, you stick your forehead together with his, savouring the sweet moment. “Yes, a hundred times yes. You can be my boyfriend.” You smile at him, feeling the salty tears finally start to trickle down.

“I love you.” He picks you up and twirls you around before he continues to plant kisses on your lips and the entirety of your face. “I loved you the moment you fell in front of me, the moment our eyes met, the moment I fell on my ass for you, and the moment you sang my favourite song.” He whispers in between kisses.

This felt like a dream — how you went from crushing on the campus heartbreaker to dating the guy of your dreams.

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httpdwaekki · 9 months ago

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chronic | h.j.

summary: you can't sleep because of your achy joints but luckily hannie is there to make you feel better.

wc: 1.5k

warnings: mentions of chronic pain (based on my personal experience), nudity (nothing sexual), han being a sweetie, (i don't mention anything about hair but lets pretend it doesnt get wet thanks <3) gn!reader (i tried to not describe any anatomy but lmk if i missed it.) not proofread.

a/n: happy b-day hannie <33 self indulgent for for my favorite quokka, but i really liked writing for him so i'm gonna try n write more for him (and everyone else!). i hope you all enjoy, remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3.

my library | fundraiser

(pictures not mine! credit to owners!)

you are exhausted, you wanted nothing more than to just fall into a blissful slumber.

however your body had other ideas. your joints felt like they were on fire, more specifically your wrist and elbow. nothing helped except keeping your arm completely still, which would be fine if you could get comfortable but you just couldn’t.

jisung was laid next to you, wrapped around you like a koala, his face perfectly slotted into your neck. you wanted to enjoy this, you rarely got time with him so you cherish every moment you had with him.

but honestly all you wanted to do was cry, you felt guilty and at this point all of your joints felt like they were on fire. luckily almost as if he read your mind, he rolled over in his sleep onto the other side of your bed.

you let out a sigh of relief, trying to keep your tears at bay as you carefully move off of the bed. you make your way to your drawer pulling out underwear and a comfy shirt.

you tiptoe your way to the bathroom, quietly closing the door leaning against it. as soon as your back touches the towel hung behind the door, the floodgates open.

you place your clothes on the counter, placing your hand over your mouth to muffle your cries. the shaky movements from your sobs agitating your joints further. couple minutes pass before you pull yourself together.

you look into the mirror finding your distressed reflection, in the dimly lit bathroom from your night light. the soft light reflects the tear stains on your chubby cheeks. you let out a sigh, wiping your face before moving to turn the shower on.

you make sure to set it to hot to soothe your joints. you sit down on the toilet, feeling too fatigued and achy to stand for much longer. you rub your arm gently, hoping it’ll ease the pain. once you see the steam start to rise from behind the curtain you carefully remove your shirt, dropping it to the floor.

you hold onto the wall as you get up, gently pushing your shorts and underwear down. they pool at your ankles before you step out of them, making your way to the shower.

you move the shower curtain back before stepping in, cautious of the wet floor. you move under the hot water, letting the water wash over you, soothing your joints.

as you sit under the water you think about how you’re losing even more of the limited time with your boyfriend. the tears start once again, feeling and overwhelming urge to be held by him.

unbeknownst to you, jisung had awoken from your lack of presence in your bed. “자기야?” he calls groggily, rubbing his eyes. his chubby cheeks on full display as he realizes your absence.

you soft sobs catch his ear, immediately becoming alert, throwing the blanket off of him in search for you. he hears the sound of water that leads him to the bathroom. he gently cracks the door, greeted by steam flowing out of the room.

you cries now clear as he steps in the bathroom, closing the door behind him without a sound. he quickly undresses before he pulls back the curtain stepping in behind you. you were unaware of the presence behind you, occupied with the sobs coming out of your mouth.

you jump as you feel a soft touch on your arm, whipping around to find a bare jisung. “hey it’s just me 자기.” your wide eyes find his, tears falling faster now.

he immediately pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around you. “sh sh, you’re okay.” you wrap your stiff arms around him, tucking your face into his neck. your body shakes against his as sobs rack your body.

you both stay there for a moment before you feel pain shoot through your arm. “ah” you wince, pulling away, gripping your arm. you move it under the soothing water, fat tears roll down your cheeks.

he carefully rubs your arm, trying to soothe the pain in your joints. you lay your head on his shoulder as he continues his movements under the warm water. he places kisses to your head, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

the pain slowly subsided, you lifted your head to meet his eyes. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you.” you sniffle, carefully wiping your tears. he shakes his head, cupping your chubby cheeks, rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

“don’t ever apologize for that, i just wish you would’ve done it sooner.” it was your turn to shake your head, placing a hand on his wrist. “no you need your rest, i’m fine.” his eyes become glossy at your words.

“you were not fine,” he whispers in disbelief, “you were sobbing in the shower at 3am, nothing about that is fine 자기.” you look down, feeling a bit embarrassed. he lifts your face, his boba eyes meeting yours.

“please lean on me baby, that’s what i’m here for.” you nod before he pulls you into him before he steps you back under the warm water. he wraps his arms around you, gently pulling your head to his shoulder once more.

you both stay under the water for a while before the water starts turning cool. he reaches behind you, turning the water off, placing a kiss to the side of your head, wrapping his arms around you. “i’m gonna grab your towel okay?” he whispers into your hair.

you nod against him, before he places one last kiss to your head, pulling away carefully stepping out of the shower. he quickly wraps his towel around his waist before grabbing yours, he walks back over, pulling the shower curtain back.

he holds his hand out to help you step out onto the shower mat. once your feet are planted on the ground he begins to dry you off, being mindful of your joints as he works. once you’re dry, he leads you over to the sink before hanging up your now wet towel.

he grabs your underwear, bending down to help you step into them. you grab his shoulders as you carefully step into the fabric. he pulls them up your legs, placing a soft kiss to each thigh once it was secure around your waist.

he stands up, grabbing the shirt and slipping it over your head, booping your nose as the fabric dropped around your shoulders. you give him a small smile, giggling as you scrunch your nose. “there’s my baby.” he smiles, placing a kiss to your cheek before fixing your shirt.

he helps you carefully slip your arms into the sleeves before collecting your discarded clothes, leading you back to your bedroom. he tosses your dirty laundry in the basket as he passes. he leads you to the bed, where he pulls the blanket back for you, letting you slowly sit on the bed.

once you get comfortable he pulls the blanket over you, “do you need any medicine?” you thought about it for a second before he spoke. “i’ll grab it just in case, put it next to you with some water.” your cheeks warm at his actions, “thank you,” you mumble, nodding your head slightly.

he quickly goes to your drawers, pulling out underwear and sweatpants, slipping them on before tossing the towel while walking out of the door. a few moments later he comes back in with your medicine, water and electrolyte drink.

he places the water and medicine on the bedside table, twisting off the top, handing it to you. you sit up, giving him a confused look before grabbing the drink. “because you were crying so you’re dehydrated and you’re gonna wake up with a headache and an even worse flare up.”

you pause for a moment processing what he just said before pulling him down to you. you kissing him for a moment before you pull away, “what was that for?” he asks, out of breath. “i love you so much, i don’t deserve you.” you say catching yours.

“don’t ever say that again, you deserve the world.” he places another kiss to your lips before rounding the bed to his side. you smile before drinking the bottle in your hand, slowly drinking the liquid.

you take a break, catching your breath as he places his hand on your bare thigh, rubbing soothing circles to your skin. “slow down 자기야, don’t chug it, you’ll get sick.” he says softly, watching you. you nod before slowly drinking the rest of the drink before capping the bottle.

he sits up as you place the empty bottle, lifting the blanket, letting you lay down, before placing the blanket back over you.

he lays down next to you, rubbing soft circles on your arm, placing a soft kiss to your skin, “goodnight my baby, i love you.” you smile, reaching down to grab his hand, placing a kiss to his skin before lacing your fingers together.

“goodnight my sweet boy, thank you for everything, i love you.” he gently squeezes your hand before speaking, “you don’t have to thank me.” he mumbles into your arm, both of your drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

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luvseisagi · 10 days ago

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bedrotting.

content. fluff. depictions of depression. gn reader.

nagi seishiro knows how it feels to rot in bed.

when the air in the room is dense, sticky, clinging to your skin and making it hard to breath. when your body feels like dead weight —limbs splayed on the mattress, eyes either opened or closed, because it doesn’t matter. you won’t sleep anyway, and nothing distracts you enough from your own mind.

hours blur into each other. it could be 11am, 2pm, 8 at night, or midnight. time passes —seconds fly, but minutes settle like stones on your chest, pinning you deeper into the mattress as the day slips away.

just like yesterday, and the day before. and probably tomorrow too.

that's why nagi hates so much seeing you like this. because he knows exactly how shitty it is.

he’s always been a natural —good at school, at sports, at any video game he touched, whether he enjoyed it or not. but he’s never been good at living.

never good at waking up because he wanted to, not because he had to. if it were up to him, he would have spent every day of his life lying in bed, phone glued to his face, pretending the world around him had stopped existing.

for that reason, he doesn't say anything when he enters your room and sees you there, half-buried in a pile of clothes like a tetris piece. he doesn't ask questions or complain when he cracks open the window and turns off the light. never asks you to get up so he can clear the crumpled shirts off the bed.

he doesn't speak when he smooths out the sheets, or he picks up the tangled charger cables and stray earbuds from the floor that you hadn't bothered to clean up.

he just drops his backpack and sweatshirt on the chair and sits beside you. nagi knows he doesn't have to ask how are you? what happened? or say that you should get up, this isn't healthy.

no, all he has to do is gently brush your hair back, trace the line of your cheek with his fingertips, and find your hand in the mess of the blankets.

your eyes are red from crying, your lips cracked from breathing through your mouth. your hair’s probably greasy, definitely tangled. and you've been wearing the same pajamas for over a day.

and still, he looks at you like you’re something sacred —a fallen angel, lost in the earth’s underworld, scared and hurt.

you're afraid he'll think you're ugly, that he’ll flinch, criticize or leave. but he never does that. he would never do that.

he just fixes his gray, greenish eyes on yours, and when he sees the hollow behind your gaze, something inside him fractures —it's the same emptiness he sometimes sees in the mirror. he hates knowing you’re carrying the same weight.

so nagi seishiro asks politely if he can lie down with you. and when you make room for him, he gently takes your phone away and places it on the nightstand. he finds a spot beside you, shaped perfectly for his body.

he doesn't flinch when you rest your head on his chest. he doesn't speak when you begin to cry. he doesn't pull away when you hold him like you’re afraid he’ll disappear.

he just wraps his arms around you, steady and firm, like you are a porcelain doll already cracked.

so if you break, he’ll make sure you don’t do it alone.

﹫luvseisagi, june 2025.

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kakeashi · 19 days ago

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of all dreams: you ─ songs of love & devotion. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!itachi, in the corner of your love.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who peels the fruit for you. it all started when the orange juice got on your hands and chaos ensued on your tray: after laughing once, twice, itachi took your orange and, with all care and precision, made sure that all the orange segments were properly separated and peeled for you. since then, itachi couldn’t control his hands. he couldn’t unravel the delicacy of his act, but whenever itachi made that small effort, whenever he stopped what he was doing to help you with something so banal — whenever itachi wanted to show you how much he thought about you, he helped you with the fruit. you didn’t notice this little habit of itachi’s, and maybe that’s why he kept doing it — for you to see itachi, for you to see how dedicated he is when it’s something about you. peeling a fruit, something that is so insignificant, but for itachi it means a new promise of eternal love. ‘don’t be an idiot, i don’t mind. let me peel the apple — i need to peel mine too, so… no need to thank me, come on! give me the apple and stop talking about it.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who memorizes every time you called him by name. your voice was gentle and calm when you chanted itachi’s name. as if whispering the secrets of the world, itachi’s name escaped your lips with flowers trapped in its syllables, decorating its letters with delicate petals of the most varied flowers. you seemed magical when you said itachi’s name — it seemed like your name was an incantation to summon him because, every time you chanted it, he appeared. like a winter ghost or a child’s promise, you said itachi’s name very briefly, starting as quickly as it started — but that second, those fragments of temporal dust stolen by you, were enough to plant a garden of comfort in his core. itachi, when you saw him on the street. itachi, when they asked you who you were going out with. itachi, when you asked for an umbrella. itachi, yesterday. itachi, today. itachi, always. that's all. itachi.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who helps you grow a garden in your home. whether you’re lucky with plants or not, the reality is that there was always something wrong in your garden. flowers were mixed together in such a random way that only discomfort covered the entire surface of your flowerbeds. excessively intense smells rose in clusters early in the morning, polluting the air with that sweet aroma. plants died. flowers wilted. weeds appeared. all of your flowerbeds were simply chaotic. but, whether by luck or pity, the universe sent itachi to help you with all of your gardening problems. between small smiles of pride and mocking laughter, itachi’s delicate hands mixed in the earth at your side, looking for basic solutions to general problems. between small shy glances and awkward touches, itachi paid attention to your smiles that originated with his work. hoping to see you happy, itachi would help you with everything he could with the unspoken promise that, if he didn’t know, he would learn for you. ‘yesterday i was reading in a magazine that if you put a jug of water... what are you doing and why do you have dirt on your face? what do i have to revive today?’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who likes to celebrate festivities with you. be it religious celebrations or village traditions, itachi liked to spend them with you. since he was little, he was taught that important days were to be spent with important people. and you were the most important person to itachi, so it was only natural that he would want to spend days and nights by your side. sliding through stalls and tasting different foods; marveling at dances and reciting prayers; smiling at children and dreaming at the stars — everything you liked to do was shared with itachi. his eyes only stayed on your happiness, always trying to find the next thing that would make you smile, that would make you happy. it could be something small, like buying a small porcelain figurine for you. it could be big, like wishing on the same lantern as you. it could be nothing, like holding your hand in the crowd so as not to lose you. but it was something with itachi and, soon, that was everything. ‘on the way to konoha there’s a small village that’s going to be 100 years old and they’re going to celebrate over the weekend. i thought, if you’re not too tired, of course!, we could stay there for a few days? to relax from the mission and just… be together.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who believes in your light. how could itachi, your safe haven, not believe in your courage? how could itachi, your best friend, not believe in your strength? how could itachi not believe in you? through all the darkness that spread in your life, consuming your heart and ruining hopes, there was always a persistent light inside you: a small spark and that was all it took. with a small spark, even before creating bonfires or fires, you could do anything: get up, eat, smile, exist. but when you fed that fire, when the calls inside you covered all the black in shades of bold red and courageous orange — when you didn’t doubt yourself, you could live. and itachi admired you for that. itachi saw you as someone divine, capable of making worlds collide if you had the strength, if you had dreams. and, even when you got tired of that burning heat, even when there was no more wood to burn, itachi was there. for a few moments, itachi held your spark and assured you that it would never go out. rest as much as you need. itachi is by your side, protecting your essence. ‘take as long as you need. i won’t leave. i won’t burn myself. my love is fireproof, capable of holding you for a lifetime if necessary.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who always supported you, always. it didn’t matter when he came into your life, what mattered was that he came. itachi had a gift for listening, letting himself get lost in incredible worlds whenever you talked to him. of course, with pain and anguish itachi was quick to help you, using his fingers to comfort you and his words to soothe you. but, more than anything, and first of all, itachi listened to you. in your dreams, itachi encouraged you — with wide smiles and bright eyes; in your stories, itachi admired you — with pride in his chest and vanity in his soul; in your hopes, itachi fed you — with friendly words and endless promises. anywhere, with whatever it was, you always had itachi by your side, holding your hand, gently pushing you, supporting all the potential he knew you had. of course it is scary, and it often goes wrong, but it is in the learning of our life that we can reach all the steps on the ladder of existence. and you don’t need to worry. itachi was there. holding your hand so you wouldn’t fall, itachi would always be there. 'life can be spent rushing, but you have to remember that there is time. you don’t need to have everything figured out by the time you’re 20, nor have a family by the time you’re 30. you have time to live. life is not a race, nor a competition. don’t look at your neighbor’s garden longing for their oranges when you still have the seeds to plant. everything has its time. you have a place in this life. just take it easy, take a deep breath.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who was a little nervous, but he just wanted to be understood. what if you didn’t notice? seeing you interacting with your friends and family made itachi nervous — was he imagining things in your little interactions? i mean, yes, it was normal for you to love the people who are important to you, but was there really desire when you looked at itachi? was there hope in all the smiles you gave him? did you understand what itachi felt? in the little touches and blushed cheeks — did you know that itachi only gets flustered with you? in the wide smiles and heartfelt laughs — did you know that itachi only felt genuinely happy with you? in the whispered words and delicate promises — did you know that itachi only imagined a life by your side? when he saw you with everyone else, itachi felt that you didn’t know and that your entire relationship was just a figment of his imagination. so itachi took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and went to talk to you — he wanted to be completely transparent with you. ‘i just wanted to tell you that i like you. i don’t know if you’ve noticed or if you’ve just ignored my feelings, but i had to tell you. i needed to get this weight off my chest and really tell you how i feel. so, yes… i like you.’

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antochios · 4 months ago

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SUPERNATURAL.

❪443❫ Jay believes in ghosts. You don’t—until you kiss him just to shut him up… or was it something else?

PAIRING? park jongseong x female reader

GENRES? fluff, best friends with a side of mutual pining

⚠︎ // profanity, mention of ghosts and being haunted, reader is a skeptic and doesn’t believe in ghosts

“That purse really brings out the color of your eyes.”

Jay stops mid-step, turning to glare at you over the rim of his glasses. “It’s not a purse. It’s a satchel.”

You hum, nodding thoughtfully in your usual sarcastic manner as you follow him into the supernatural section of the library. “Right. Just like how a ghost isn’t a ghost—it’s a displaced soul caught between realms or whatever nonsense you’re about to try and convince me of.”

Jay huffs, adjusting the strap of his definitely-a-purse satchel and ignoring you in favor of scanning the bookshelves.

He pulls out a thick, dusty tome with Specters & Spirits: A Comprehensive Guide to the Afterlife written in an ominous font on the cover.

“I’m telling you, my apartment is haunted,” he says, flipping through the pages. “I keep hearing weird noises at night. Lights flicker. My phone charger disappears and then reappears in weird places.”

“Just sounds like you’re messy,” you say, plopping down on the carpeted floor.

Jay joins you, cross-legged, with a determined look on his face. “Okay, but listen to this.” He clears his throat dramatically before reading aloud. “Spirits are often drawn to places of intense energy—grief, love, despair—”

“Holy shit, they’re just like me,” you cut in.

“Can you take this seriously for like, five seconds?” he says, exasperated.

You gesture for him to continue, suppressing a smirk.

Jay launches into an in-depth, slightly unhinged explanation about electromagnetic frequencies, ghostly apparitions, and something about residual hauntings while you tune him out, watching the way he gets all passionate about something so ridiculous.

His brows furrow, his lips move a mile a minute, and his hands gesture wildly as if that’ll somehow make him more convincing.

You don’t even realize you’re leaning in until you do it—cutting him off mid-ramble with a kiss.

Jay freezes. The book slips from his fingers, landing with a thud between you.

You pull back, smirking at his wide-eyed, slack-jawed expression. “What?” he finally croaks out.

You shrug. “The ghost must’ve possessed me. There’s some real poltergeist shit going on here.”

Jay blinks. Once. Twice. Then groans, dragging a hand down his face. “You’re such a jerk.”

“Well, this jerk just made you blush like an anime schoolgirl being kissed by her senpai,” you tease, nudging his knee with yours.

He doesn’t deny it. Instead, he shuts the book and shoves it into his satchel (purse). “I’m never bringing you ghost researching with me again.”

You grin. “Oh, come on. Who else is gonna protect you with logic and facts?”

Jay sighs dramatically, but you don’t miss the small, stupid smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

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luv-lies · 11 months ago

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imagine husband!nanami who can’t say no to you when you say “please?” with the most heart melting, unfathomably precious, pleading look ever.

“only because i love you so much.” he sighed. because he only loved you.

his hand patted the back of your thigh, before gently kneading the skin as you stood between his legs applying the pink clay mask to his face. “you almost done?” he asked, his gaze following your eyes deeply. if you hadn’t known any better, you’d think he was trying to fluster you on purpose. but really, he just adored you so much. how pretty he thought you were, and all his.

nanami truly thought you were the perfect one for him. not once had he ever thought he could meet someone as lovely as you. yet here you are, filling the hole he once had in his heart. you never needed to beg him for anything, he was always the one who begged you to let him take care of you.

“almost done, ken.” you murmured, your tongue subconsciously poking past your lips in concentration. a low chuckle rumbled from his chest, his hands moving to hold the plush of your hips. “i love you, sweetheart.”

oh. . . how much he loved the pink tint that grew on your cheeks when the words lovingly roll off his tongue, oozing out like warm honey.

you averted your gaze shyly, a habit nanami both adored and disfavored, until his thumb ran across your bottom lip to coax you into looking at him again. “i love you.” nanami repeated, a faint smile adorning his tired features. you could never get enough of him. just like how he couldn’t get enough of you.

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ghast1yghosts · 4 months ago

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Over the years, Eddie had dried every flower Steve had ever given him. He plucked one petal from each flower, crushed them up into small pieces, and filled a small jar to gift Steve for his birthday.

Wrapped in loose tissue, Steve revealed the lid with a drawn wonky heart, and nearly burst into sobs at the realization of what he held in his hands. A physical representation of commitment, love, desire, passion, and devotion. A gift he once gave, now partly returned; changed by time and by love.

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ddeokz · 20 days ago

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bf!eunseok texts⊹₊⋆ fluff, suggestive jokes :D

an! listen to this song while reading :3 timestamps rlly don’t matter tbh!!

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httpdwaekki · 11 months ago

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skinship | s.c

summary: you thought changbin hated you, but that all changed one day when you showed on his doorstep, moments away from an anxiety attack.

wc: 1.8k

warnings: descriptions of an anxiety attack

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you didn’t think changbin hated you per say, however you did notice his hesitancy towards you, so that definitely didn’t make you think he liked you either.

you noticed he’d keep his distance when you would hang out with the boys and forget about skinship, he avoided you like the plague. you were a very touchy person, similar to felix, you tended to cling to your friends. so you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt your feelings even a little bit, especially because of how he clings to your other friends.

you brushed it off though, you know not everyone was going to like you but it stung a bit coming from changbin. truth be told you had a lil crush on him when you first met him but you had given up a while ago.

this changes one day however, you found yourself outside of the 3racha+hyune dorm, seconds away from an anxiety attack. you don’t remember how you made it to the building but you knock regardless hoping anyone but changbin would open the door.

luck was not on your side as the rapper opens the door, coming face to face with your panicked expression. “h-hi-“ quickly wiping your tears, attempting to plaster a small smile on your face. “sorry- is chan home?” you were fiddling with the hem of your shirt, attempting to calm yourself long enough to get to your best friend.

“no he’s at the studio- are you okay?” he asks, concern lacing his voice. “yeah! sorry to bother you, i’ll just go to the studio, sorry again!” you say quickly, turning around to make a quick exit.

“hey wait, are you okay?” he steps out, grabbing your wrist, stopping you.

you pause, attempting to collect yourself, “yeah, i just need to find chan.” you go to leave again, his grip tightens slightly. “please let me go.” you whisper, a lump forming in your throat, as you focus on the concrete below your shoes.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” he starts panicking, never had he seen you so distraught. you were usually a ray of sunshine, kind-hearted and smiley, but this- this sent a shock to his core and he knows he can’t let you leave.

he moves in front of you, going to grab your other arm when your head whips up as his hand makes contact with your skin. your eyes are wide and full of panic, unshed tears line them as the panic took over your body.

your reaction has him dropping your wrists immediately. “i’m sorry- i’m sorry, i just want to help.” his voice soft, as if he were speaking to a scared animal.

“can i help you? please, i don’t want you driving like this, it’s not safe.” he explains gently, holding out his hand, trying not to let his panic show. “no- it’s okay, i’m sorry to bother you.” you plaster a fake smile on your face as you stumble backwards, changbin catching you before you could fall. he wraps his arms around your middle before pulling your back to him.

“i’m sorry, i’m just gonna go.” you attempt to free yourself from his arms, feeling the anxiety building in your chest, weighing down on you with each passing second.

“y/n.” his voice stern as he tightens his hold, keeping you in your place. you freeze, locking eyes with the floor, refusing to look at him.

“please,” he begs softly, “let me help you.”

your facade breaks. your knees weaken as sobs wreck your body, changbin tightens his grip, pulling you closer to him. once you regain your footing, he circles around you pulling you into him once more.

you become inconsolable as your arms wrap tightly around him, shoving your face into his neck. “i’m sorry-” he cuts you off with a gentle shush. “don’t apologize. you’re okay.” he rubs soothing strokes on your back as you calm down.

once your breathing was semi-normal he pulls away, almost missing the pain that flashes in your eyes. almost. “come on, let’s get you inside.” he grabs your hand, carefully pulling you into the home.

he leads you to the couch, “sit.” you didn’t know what came over you but as he pulled away your gripped on his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

your eyes wide, gasping softly, “i’m sorry!” quickly releasing his hand. “oh my god, i’m so sorry, i don’t know why i did that.” you suddenly realize the reality of the situation, it washes over you like a wave of cold water. you get up and make your way to the door. “i-i’m so sorry changbin-” you feel your chest tighten, the grips of your anxiety tighten with each passing second.

all you could focus on was getting out of here as quick as possible. but changbin wasn’t letting that happen.

he panics and all he can think about is calming you down, so he did the one thing he can think of. he grabs your wrist once again, turning you to him placing his lips on yours. you freeze before melting into him, placing your hand on his hip, him placing his free hand to your cheek.

once he felt you relax he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. both of you taking a moment to catch your breath.

“why did you do that?” you whispered, still not moving. “uh, i read somewhere that if you hold your breath, you could stop a panic attack.” he pauses, taking a breath. “so when i kissed you, you held your breath.” you nod, pulling away slightly, still processing the fact that he just kissed you.

“oh, that’s really smart.” he nods with a shy smile. you quickly realize you’re still holding on to him, pulling away quickly, “oh!” you backed away slightly. “sorry-” you clear your throat, “thank you,” you make a circle motion between the two of you, “for that.” you smile shyly.

“uh yeah, anytime.” your cheeks warm as a light pink brushes his. you both stand there for a bit before you speak. “can i ask you something?” you ask suddenly, causing him to look to you.

“yeah anything.” he says, prompting you to continue. you hesitate, “do i make you uncomfortable?” you ask quietly, fiddling with your shirt once more. you glance towards him, catching the confusion on his face.

“no not at all,” he furrows his brows, “why would you think that?” he wants to move towards you but he hesitates.

“i’ve just noticed, you just always seem,” you pause, trying to find the right words, “i guess, closed off? like you’re really open with everyone else but with me you always seem to avoid me a bit.” you can see him processing the information but the lack of response was making you panic a bit.

“well! i guess not avoid but like kinda closed off? which would make sense because you’ve known everyone a lot longer than me but you just always hug everyone and then kinda just avoid me, which is fine! totally okay! i just-” he cuts you off with a kiss.

while your rambling was super cute, he couldn’t watch the panic again. his hands on your cheeks once more, he waits for you to relax into him before he pulls away.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers out of breath, “you’re just so cute when you ramble.” you let out a breath as you smile. you place your hands on his wrists, keeping his hands on your skin, basking in the closeness of each other.

a few moments of silence pass before he moves to kiss your forehead, bringing you into him. he wraps his arms around you before he speaks, “you don’t make me uncomfortable, and i certainly wasn’t avoiding you on purpose.” he pauses as you wrap your arms around him.

“i’m so sorry i made you feel that way, i just didn’t know how to approach you.” you tighten your arms around him as he speaks. “i now see i had nothing to worry about huh?” you giggle, shaking your head before pulling away.

“i don’t know if you could tell but i like you, i have for a while but i thought i made you uncomfortable so i kept my distance.” you say looking into his eyes, his coming up to rest on your soft cheek once more.

“not at all, i’m sorry i made you feel this way.” he says, eyes sorrowful. you give him a shy smile, “it’s okay, i’m glad i know why now.” you place a quick peck to his lips, as if it was a seal of confirmation.

he gives you one in return but that quickly became many more… all over your face. you squeal as he continues his attacks, “bin! okay okay, mercy mercy!” he giggles stopping his targeted attacks before quickly picking you up, pulling a noise of surprise from you.

you quickly wrap your arms around him, “where are you taking me?” you giggle as he walks through the dorm, taking you along for the ride. “i’m taking my girlfriend to my room to cuddle because she was having a rough day.” he states proudly, planting a big kiss to your kiss as he enters his room.

“your girlfriend huh? not even gonna ask me?” you tease as he lays you on his bed. “i figured the two passionate kisses and the other kiss attack was enough to solidify that.” he shrugs, looking down at you.

you take a moment to ‘think’. “yeah that’s pretty fair.” you nod, giving him a cheeky smile. he gives you a big kiss before deciding to lay on top of you. “oof!” you giggle as he settles his weight on you.

you look down to find his boba eyes staring back at you, big grin plastered on his face. “move up more, what are you doing all the way down there?” you give him a teasing smile, as he realizes what you meant.

“yah! you’re not allowed to tease me any more.” he whines as he moves up, closer to you. “oh no?” you wrap your arms around him and he lays down once more. “says who?” he nuzzles his head into your neck before relaxing. “says me.” you can’t see his face but you know he’s pouting regardless.

“okay, i’m sorry bub.” you giggle placing a kiss to his hair. what you don’t see is the light blush that dusts his soft cheeks at the pet name. another moment of silence passes, “i’m glad you answered the door.” you say softly.

he lifts his head to look at you, small smile on his face. “me too.” he places one more kiss to your lips before melting back into you where you both fell asleep, smile gracing both of your lips.

this doesn’t last long before hyunjin and han both wake you up with their surprised screams when they find you two.

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luvseisagi · 7 days ago

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iron and salt.

content. vampire!nagi. dark content, but not explicit. gn reader. —inspired by this comment. ty @yoichiin <3

you've always had trouble sleeping.

it's chronic, at this point in your life. it doesn't matter how many hours it's been since you woke up. it doesn't matter that you've completed every task for the day, and then some. it doesn't matter that your body aches everywhere and all you can think about is crawling into bed.

the moment your head hits the pillow, you're wide awake.

until you met nagi.

nagi seishiro never sleeps. he may rest, but he never sleeps. he might lie in bed for hours, buried under the covers. you might leave in the morning and come back at night and find him in the exact same position. his eyes might be closed for hours, his breathing steady, but he's never truly asleep.

vampires can't sleep.

which doesn't mean, apparently, that they can't be constantly tired.

“please move, sei." you whisper, already dressed in your pajamas, ready to collapse.

your room has welcomed you with the soft hum of the fan on, the dim moonlight passing through the curtains and the window glass, and nagi's body resting in the middle of the bed. there is a sweet, comforting fragrance in the air, coming from the incense that fills the room with thick smoke—which gets entangled with the strong and characteristic smell of the boy, metallic and alluring.

you sigh, barely able to squeeze under the sheets with nagi’s tall frame sprawled across the mattress.

“come on.”

he lets out a whine, mumbling something incoherent, then shifts just enough to give you space. he doesn’t even bother to open his eyes.

“you barely leave me any room. sei, please.”

“i’m tired,” he murmurs, finally rolling to his left. one eye peeks open in the dimness of your room, lit only by the soft, warm glow of the nightstand. “what a hassle.”

nagi is the very image of a lazy vampire. skin pale as snow, hair soft as clouds —long, uneven strands tousled as if he’s just stepped out of a whirlwind. his eyes are the color of a storm—always gray, sometimes darker, sometimes lighter. flashes of light green occasionally rippling through them.

there’s no blood in his body, so he never blushes, but his face always carries a warm undertone, lending him a sweet, ever-confused expression.

or maybe it's the light in your room. you've never been able to tell.

you barely have time to settle on your side of the bed when nagi’s arms wrap around you, pulling you close. you gasp, but it’s useless—he’s already buried his head in the crook of your neck, his nose brushing your jaw, his breath hot against your skin.

“nagi."

“mmhm." is all he manages. “missed you so much."

despite the exhaustion pulsing through your limbs, you smile.

“missed you too,” you whisper, trying to turn your head toward him.

but he doesn’t let you. your chin moves half an inch before bumping into his forehead, uneven white hair tickling your cheek.

“no,” he breathes—so soft, so low, you wouldn’t have heard it if he weren’t pressed right against your ear. “i missed you so much. so, so much.”

your expression flickers with confusion for a second—then you feel his lips brush your neck.

“oh,” is all you manage, lightning shooting through your whole body from the point of contact. your eyes flutter in something like pleasure, and expectation.

but it’s not quite a kiss. it’s nothing at all—just the soft press of his mouth against your skin.

“please," he whispers then. it sounds like a plea, and the movement of his lips stills your heartbeat. “please," he murmurs again. it sounds like a prayer, and the tone of his voice steals your breath.

“please, what?"

you ask it like a whine.

but he doesn't answer. instead, his mouth moves down until it reaches your collarbone—slow, deliberate, torturously gentle. it’s not quite a tease, but rather a caress—tender. sweet. warm, even.

“please," he says again, voice polite as ever, but trembling with need. “let me..."

his hand emerges from beneath the sheets, resting on your chest, right above your heart. the other reaches for your jaw, and gently brushes your hair back behind your ear.

his mouth finds your skin again, and finds its place just under your jawline.

“please.” he begs “i’ll make you feel good, i’ll help you sleep. please."

he feels your throat tighten beneath his mouth as you swallow.

nagi seishiro never eats. his body rejects every kind of food. he can sit before a feast and not take a single bite. he can watch you cook and feel nothing stir inside him.

vampires can’t eat.

which doesn't mean they’re never hungry.

“yeah," you answer softly.

that word is your signature on a contract you always forget to read the fine print of—his fangs are the pen, your blood is the ink. and it hurts like the conditions are getting tattooed on your skin.

his right hand remains over your chest, feeling your heartbeat accelerate. your hand—way smaller than nagi’s—covers his, fingers gripping his pale, elegant skin as his mouth finds the hollow of your neck—and his fangs sink into your flesh.

“ah, fuck." your voice catches somewhere between a breathless gasp and a moan of pleasure.

nagi is thirsty, but he can’t help it. he’s missed you too much. you smell too good. and the aftertaste of the last time he savored you lingers on his mouth.

the blood is hot as it spills down your neck, the pain sharp and stabbing, but his tongue is soothing—gentle, even. meanwhile, his hand stays on the back of your neck, tangled in your hair—his thumb gently strokes your jaw. your neck. your ear.

awakening your nerves. softening the ache.

and all the while—he drinks desperately. reverent.

he takes your blood like flowers take from the sun.

he takes your essence like the sea takes from the moon.

he takes your soul like the sky takes from the stars.

and the sound of his lips, sucking and licking, is filthy and holy all at once. your nails dig into the back of his hand, but he doesn't flinch.

because nagi seishiro doesn't feel pain. not because he's a vampire. but because with your blood on his tongue, your scent in his nose, and your soft cries in his ear—he feels like the angels have forgiven every sin he’s ever committed. he feels like he’s ascending to heaven under the sunlight.

“that's it."

his voice is distant now, muffled by the sound of your heartbeat thundering in your ears.

“that’s it. thank you. god, thank you.”

your body trembles, but lacks the strength to respond. your fingers slowly loosen, stretching erratically, tattooing half-moons on his knuckles where you've dug your nails. your pulse steadies under the touch of his palm. the blood drying on your neck stains the now ruined sheets.

“that's it.” he repeats, lips pressed gently to your wounds.

he soothes the swollen skin with his mouth, still wet with your blood. then, slowly—painfully slow—, he moves his mouth lower. his lips brush your collarbone, reaching your shoulder. he lowers the strap of your pajama top and kisses the skin there, barely a touch against your skin, sending a pleasant tingle down your arm. he continues placing short kisses toward your chin, feathering touches trailing upward—up your neck, across your jaw, to your lips.

and when he pulls back, your eyes flutter open.

nagi looks down at you, looming like a god who’s just found something fragile enough to adore. something breakable enough to worship.

his eyelids hang low, gray eyes flashing green. his face is streaked in crimson, lips painted in your blood.

vampires can smile. but when nagi seishiro does, he doesn’t look like a creature of sin. he looks like grace, fallen from heaven.

his mouth stays closed when he smiles, and somehow the gesture stays soft—despite the blood still clinging to his lips. despite his ivory-white fangs, sharp and gleaming, pressing into the curve of his bottom lips.

the same ones that nearly tore your throat open.

his eyes flicker, luminous, jade-green in the lamplight.

“thank you."

it's a whisper. polite, always. honest and pure. impossibly tender.

corrupted only by the blood dripping from his teeth onto your chest.

but you don't have the strength to answer, to complain about the blood-soaked sheets or his hand still resting over your heart. he feels it too—your pulse slows, your breathing deepens, your focus fades.

his voice is no longer a whisper but a distant chant as he lies beside you and thanks you again.

his final kiss on the corner of your mouth tastes of iron and salt. it tastes of the usual sweetness of his lips. of death in life. grace in sin.

you've always had trouble sleeping, until you met a vampire—and vampires rest, but they don't sleep.

so nagi seishiro rests during the day, so he can guard your dreams every night.

﹫luvseisagi, june 2025.

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kakeashi · 22 days ago

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of all dreams: you ─ songs of love & devotion. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!kakashi, the sprout of hope.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who knows you completely. to kakashi, you were a drawing that constantly underwent changes made by that deity that created you. to kakashi, you were something that should be looked at, studied. all your mannerisms, all your imperfections, all your secrets — nothing about you was strange to kakashi. nothing of what you were or wanted to be, nothing of what you are and will be: kakashi knew you like no one else. no words were needed to feel heard by kakashi; no request was necessary to be understood by kakashi. a simple look was enough. a single look from kakashi and you knew that your soul would finally be seen. ‘i know you’re tired of hearing this, but you have to stop. rest is a fundamental part of growing. you need a break. you can stop. i promise you the world will keep turning, so stop. just for a while.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who is incapable of stop giving you little souvenirs. i mean, how was it possible for kakashi to pass by your favorite food stall and not grab a piece for you? how was it possible for kakashi to see the last book of your favorite trilogy and not read it, annotated and give it to you as a gift? how could kakashi live his life without seeing pieces of your soul in everything around him? in a way, you occupied kakashi’s entire thoughts. it was impossible for him to go a day without thinking about you. like a spell cast by your sweet smile and tender words, your image was all that appeared when kakashi looked for a distraction from all the tiredness he felt. quite simply, kakashi wanted to show you: he wanted to show you how well he knew you; he wanted to show you how caring he could be; but, above all, kakashi wanted to show you that you were always, and forever, on his mind, on his heart, on his soul. ‘i couldn’t remember if you wanted the green one or the blue one, so i brought both. and i can keep the one you don’t want. i don’t mind matching with you.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who doesn’t remember when he stopped hiding from you. time was a pretty funny concept for kakashi: he swore he lived an entire life until he met you, but still, his life only began when he met you. kakashi couldn’t explain it, especially because he knew there was no possible explanation, but he believed you were the owner of the time itself. kakashi was sure you were capable of manipulating the wheels of the cosmos and extending all your moments and memories. and that was why, with absolute certainty, kakashi had stopped hiding. when he spent his entire life with you, when your stories intertwined in an eternal timeline that transcended any cosmic logic, there was no reason to hide. every word was heard between tender smiles and silent looks. all stories were lived with full hearts and warm souls. all emotions were understood between ancestral tears and heavenly laughter. by your side, by the side of the person who gave him life, kakashi didn’t hide himself and never would. ‘i know this will sound strange, especially coming from me, but i don’t think i’ve ever thanked you. for accepting me as i really am, i mean.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who was the only one who knew about the pink tone that appeared on his face in your presence. you didn’t have to do much, actually. sometimes it was a touch — a brief moment that didn’t even reach the first second of its existence, your touches on kakashi always made him smile, laugh, gain a warmer color on his pale face. it didn’t matter if it was a mistake or if you were already shaking kakashi’s arm for mere seconds, the truth is that every time your fingers touched kakashi, every time your essence stole a little of kakashi’s magic, he couldn’t control his heart that, pumping anxiety and nervousness throughout his body, painted his cheeks a more affectionate color. sometimes it was a word — a small compliment that left your mouth carelessly and landed slyly in kakashi’s ears. your voice was the source of your magic. it was impossible for kakashi to control his heat when you praised him, when you defended him, when you confessed. but, of course, with his face so hot and heart racing, kakashi was sure it was all an invention — thank god!, you wouldn’t catch him falling for you. ‘i don’t know what you’re talking about. there’s nothing to hide, so stop it. come on, we’re going to be late. stop thinking about it.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who always arrives on time to accompany you. early in the morning before you go to work or in the tired night when you came back from a dinner with friends. on those lazy afternoons before you go to an appointment or in the cold early morning when you couldn’t sleep. when you told him or when he found out. when you wanted or when you needed. nothing mattered to kakashi. if you were the owner of time, he would be the owner of space and make sure that every empty window would be filled with your presence. it might be pathetic — he thought it was pathetic — but kakashi only wanted to give you what you offered him: the perpetual security of homely comfort. if you gave him your time, he would give you his space. and whenever you wanted, whenever you needed, kakashi would always make sure not a single second was wasted away from you. ‘yesterday you said you were going to leave early to go to an appointment and i just… well, it’s not serious, is it? what’s going on?’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who doesn’t know what’s going on with him. kakashi read books, watched movies, listened to stories. it wasn’t a lack of knowledge that haunted kakashi — it was a lack of confidence. how could kakashi, the one who ruins everything and destroys everyone, feel something warm? how could kakashi, the one who swore distance and guaranteed coldness, feel something sweet? how could kakashi, the one who deserved nothing, want to feel everything? with you, kakashi just wanted to feel. feel the fear of losing you, the shame of hurting you, the uncertainty of courting you. with you, kakashi wanted to let himself feel. feel the gratitude of your patience, the hope of your love, the joy of your confirmation. what was happening to him? kakashi was someone unworthy, a person who, no matter how much he wanted, could not achieve that ultimate happiness. but with you, by his side, thinking of you, kakashi thought that maybe, but just maybe, he was worthy of a happy ending.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who never thought he would have the courage to kiss you. but he did. he kissed you. kakashi left the voices in his head, those that once sang fados of loss and began to learn ballads of hope; kakashi left the voices in his head, those that recited eternal poems of failure and tried to practice brief sonnets of joy; kakashi let the voices in his head, the ones that always convinced him that he would never be entitled to a piece of sunshine, guide his every move. without realizing it, nothing existed in kakashi’s mind — just a desire, just a longing, just a need. without realizing it, everything boiled in kakashi — all courage, all love, all happiness. he had kissed you. with mystical powers, without a doubt, but even so, it was a kiss. it was a beginning. ‘sorry. sorry, sorry. i don’t know what happened — i… i didn’t mean to. please, i’m sorry.’

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antochios · 7 months ago

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❛❛in another life, i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.❞

2.6K ⸺ in another life, you and jaeyun are the lovers who made it, but not in this one

‎PAIRING! singer!sim jaeyun x model!female reader

GENRES! fluff, angst, lovers to exes trope, a little comedy to lighten the mood? everything everywhere all at once au

WARNINGS! mention of a cigarette but no smoking, and a brief mention of food

The rooftop of an exclusive SoHo venue buzzed with subdued chaos. Neon lights flickered in the distance, the city sprawling out like an endless circuit board of dreams and despair. The East River shimmered, black and silver, winding its way through the arteries of the city, holding the secrets of its inhabitants.

You stood near the edge, cigarette in hand. You didn’t smoke—it was more of a prop, something to hold onto when your hands trembled. You gazed over the city, your reflection caught in the mirrored panels of the building behind you. You were radiant, of course. A goddess in Dior, the tabloids had called you earlier that evening. The faint hum of house music from the party below barely registered in your ears.

“Did you ever think you’d make it here?” a voice breaks through the haze, quiet but unmistakable.

You turned, and your heart felt like it stopped—like it was too ashamed to beat in his presence.

Jaeyun.

He looked just as you remembered, only a little older now. His physique had grown taller and more lean, wearing a sleek black suit. His jet-black hair is styled neatly, with strands softly framing his face, the kind of face that made people believe in angels. There was a melancholic look in his eyes that you don’t remember him carrying before, like he was grieving a love he would never have.

“Jaeyun,” you said, his name catching in your throat like a foreign word.

“It’s been a while,” he said, stepping closer. The faint scent of his cologne mingled with the cool night air. “But you’re still as pretty as I remember.”

You tear your eyes away from him, gazing back out into the glittering city to shield the sudden rush of emotion flooding your chest. “Thanks, I get paid for it.”

Jaeyun laughed softly, the sound as bittersweet as the night. “Still as cold too.”

You flinched but masked it with a sharp inhale. “You look like you’re doing well for yourself.” You gestured vaguely at him, the world-famous singer, the headliner of a sold-out tour, standing before you as if you were still the same two teens who once shared takeout on a dingy apartment floor.

“I am,” Jaeyun said. “And so are you. Look at you, Y/N. You're everything you said you’d be.”

You swallowed hard. “It wasn’t easy.”

“Nah,” Jaeyun said with a shake of his head, his voice dipping low. “But you made it look like it was.”

You both stood in silence for a moment, the city filling the gaps between. The hum of distant sirens. A honk from a cab far below. The ghosts of memories neither of you dared to say aloud.

“You seem happy,” you said, finally breaking the tension.

“I sing songs about heartbreak for a living,” Jaeyun replied, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “It’s lucrative.”

“Jaeyun…”

“Was it worth it?” he interrupted, his voice cutting through you like a blade.

You looked up sharply, meeting his gaze. The question echoing in the void of your chest—there was no heart inside there.

There was no kindness or gentleness inside you to offer Jaeyun, because you’re mean, and awful, and selfish. But that’s the only way you know how to survive. Poor you, the girl who spent her life surviving.

“I don’t know,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. But for a moment you wondered, and you imagine that in another life you had a better answer.

In another life, in a cozy bookstore on a rainy afternoon, Jaeyun crouched on the floor, flipping through an old songbook. You were perched on a ladder nearby, your fingers trailing over the spines of novels.

“Jaeyun,” you said suddenly, holding up a book with a faded red cover, “this one’s about us. A rockstar and a model who run away to start a goat farm.”

Jaeyun smirked, tilting his head to look at you. “How does it end?”

“Tragically,” you teased.

“Well, good thing we’re writing our own story,” he replied, grinning as he reached up to pull you into his lap.

In another life, you stood at a train station, your suitcase at your feet. Jaeyun was on the other side of the glass, his hand pressed against it, a futile barrier between you.

“I’ll call you,” you mouthed, tears streaming down your face.

“You won’t,” he mouthed back, his expression breaking.

The train’s whistle screamed, and you stepped back. The glass fogged with your breath as you whispered, “I’m sorry.”

In another life, on a sunny afternoon at the park. You lay on a picnic blanket, your head in Jaeyun’s lap. He strummed his guitar lazily, singing a melody just for you.

“Write that down,” you said, pointing at his notepad.

“Why?”

“Because it’s the best thing you’ve ever written.”

Jaeyun smirked, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “That’s because it’s about you.”

In another life, at sunset, you stood on a beach, toes buried in the cool sand. You leaned into Jaeyun, his arm draped around your shoulders as you watched the waves crash.

Neither of you spoke, but the silence was filled with a peaceful understanding. The world was vast, and yet you had found each other.

In another life, Jaeyun sped down a dirt trail on a tandem bike, with you laughing uncontrollably behind him.

“Jaeyun!” you screamed, clutching his waist.

“Never back down, never what?!” he yelled back, pedaling harder.

“Never give up!”

The bike hit a bump, sending you both flying into a pile of leaves. You sat up, covered in twigs, and burst into laughter.

In another life, in a cramped one-bedroom apartment, you both sat on the floor surrounded by stacks of unpaid bills. Jaeyun’s hands tugged through his hair as you nervously chewed on your lip.

“We can’t keep doing this,” you said, voice shaking.

“I know,” Jaeyun replied, his voice heavy with frustration. “I’ll figure it out. I promise.”

You reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly. “We’ll figure it out.”

In another life, on a rooftop in Paris, Jaeyun pulled out a small velvet box and knelt in front of you. Your breath hitched as he opened it to reveal a ring.

“Marry me,” he said, his voice trembling but his eyes steady.

Your hands flew to your mouth as tears spilled over. “Yes,” you whispered, and when he slid the ring onto your finger, he kissed you like the world was ending.

In another life, the cramped kitchen smelled of garlic and tomato sauce as you stirred the pot, humming along to the music blaring from the tiny speaker. Jaeyun stood next to you, dramatically rapping Eminem’s verse, waving a wooden spoon like a mic.

“His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy—”

“—There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti!” you chimed in, voice cracking from laughter.

Jaeyun struck a pose, pretending to look “calm and ready,” while you dissolved into giggles, nearly spilling the sauce.

“Careful, or our spaghetti’s gonna end up on the floor,” Jaeyun teased, stealing a quick kiss on your cheek before turning back to the pasta.

“Focus, Slim Shady,” you shot back, grinning as you twirled noodles onto a plate.

In another life, under an arch of twinkling lights, you and Jaeyun stood hand in hand, surrounded by family and friends.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant announced.

Jaeyun dipped you dramatically, eliciting cheers and laughter from the crowd, before kissing you like you were the only two people in the world. When you broke apart, you whispered, “I love you.”

Jaeyun smiled. “I love you more.”

In another life, Jaeyun squatted in front of the washing machine, phone in hand, while you leaned over his shoulder, scrolling through a YouTube tutorial.

“Wait, so we’re not supposed to mix whites and colors?” Jaeyun asked, glancing at the rainbow heap he’d already shoved in.

You frowned. “Apparently not… and why is there, like, five kinds of detergent? Which one do we even use?”

The video continued to play, but neither of you seemed to understand a word. Jaeyun sighed, tossing the phone onto the counter. “Let’s just wing it.”

You crossed your arms. “That’s how we turned your white shirt pink last time.”

“Only Riki and Hoon would crash out over that,” Jaeyun said with a shrug, pressing the start button anyway.

In another life, the dining table was covered in papers, receipts, and a laptop that was dangerously close to overheating. You sat with your head in your hands, glaring at a spreadsheet that refused to balance. Jaeyun was on the other side of the table, furiously tapping on a calculator.

“This makes no sense,” you groaned, shoving a pile of receipts toward him. “How do I owe this much when I’ve already paid so much in quarterly taxes?”

Jaeyun glanced up, his hair sticking out in all directions from running his hands through it. “I don’t know, Y/N. I’m not an accountant. I’m just a guy who thought splitting fries was complicated.”

You let out a frustrated laugh. “Whoever came up with taxes was just a hater.”

“Aren’t you a self-proclaimed hater, though?” Jaeyun raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but I'm just a girl.” you deadpanned, gesturing to yourself.

Jaeyun snorted, then sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Okay, new plan. We take a break, grab some coffee, and call an accountant tomorrow. We clearly have no idea what we’re doing.”

You nodded, rubbing your temples. “Fine. But if we get audited, you’re the one explaining why our expense report has coffee runs listed as ‘essential creative fuel.’”

Jaeyun grinned despite the mess. “Deal.”

In another life, the apartment was suffocating with tension. Jaeyun stood by the window, his hands clenched at his sides, while you stood across the living room.

You were both shouting, your words overlapping in a chaotic mess.

“—You never see my perspective—”

“—You always think you’re right—”

“—Stop talking over me—”

“—You’re talking over me too—”

The room buzzed with both voices, neither willing to stop, neither willing to hear.

Finally, your voice cut through. “You know what? Fuck this! I'm done!”

You grabbed your coat, your movements quick and jerky as you stormed to the door.

“I can’t do this right now,” you said, voice cold and distant.

“Y/N—” Jaeyun started, his voice softening, but you didn’t turn back.

The door slammed behind you, the sound echoing through the apartment. Jaeyun sank into the couch, his head falling into his hands as the weight of the argument crashed over him. For a long time, he didn’t move, the quiet of the empty room pressing down on him like a storm cloud.

In another life, in a brightly lit hospital room, Jaeyun cradled your newborn daughter against his chest, his eyes glassy with tears.

“She has your nose,” he said softly, sitting beside you, who was propped up on the hospital bed, exhausted but glowing.

“And your eyes,” you replied with a tired laugh.

Jaeyun leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

Each moment captured a glimpse of your love across universes, a kaleidoscope of experiences that are as fleeting as they are eternal.

Jaeyun nodded, as if he'd been expecting that answer. “Yeah, I get it. Can't be too vulnerable right?” he said, his voice soft but steady. “But I’m not like you. You always said I was too nice for my own good. That I’d let the world eat me alive if you weren’t there to save me.”

Your throat tightened. You looked away, unable to hold his gaze.

“But my kindness,” Jaeyun continued, “doesn't make me weak. It's how I fight. In a world this cruel, it’s the only way I know how to survive. And I knew, even then, that I could’ve been the one to leave. Could’ve been the one to hurt you first. But I didn’t want that.” He took a step closer, his voice quieter now. “I wanted to make sure I was the one who got hurt. So you could keep fighting in your own way.”

You closed your eyes, but the tears still pricked at the edges. The weight of his words, of your shared past, of everything unsaid—it was unbearable.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice gentler now, “You’re not a bad person. You're just trying to protect yourself.”

You opened your eyes, and for a moment, it felt like the city fell away. Just the two of you, suspended in the quiet ache of what could’ve been.

“You know,” Jaeyun said, a faint, longing smile curling his lips, “in another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.”

The words struck you like a blow, a montage of moments in this life—of what could've been in this universe, flashing before your eyes—walking hand in hand down quiet streets, mornings spent tangled in sheets, laughing over burnt toast, folding laundry in the dim light of a shared apartment.

And then Jaeyun stepped back. The moment shattered like glass.

He smiled at you one last time, a quiet, knowing smile, and then turned, walking away into the neon haze of the party below.

You stood frozen, your heart aching as you watched him disappear. The city continued to hum around you, oblivious to the pieces of your heart scattering like ash into the night.

You were heartless now, just like you always wanted.

In the reflection of the glass, you saw yourself—the goddess in Dior—and felt the crushing weight of everything you had fought for.

It wasn’t enough.

In another life, you and Jaeyun are in a dimly lit laundromat, late at night. The hum of the washing machines fills the air, punctuated by the occasional beep of a dryer finishing its cycle. You sit side by side on a cracked plastic bench, both staring at the spinning drum of a washer in front of you. A basket of unfolded clothes sits between you.

You break the silence.

“I always thought my life would be bigger than this.”

Jaeyun glances at you, but you keep your gaze fixed on the washing machine. “Bigger than doing laundry?”

You let out a dry laugh, finally turning to look at him. “Yeah. You know, I wanted the world. Lights, stages, all eyes on me.”

Jaeyun nods, he’s heard you say this before, but this time, there’s something heavier in your voice. “You could still have it.”

You lean back against the cold wall, tilting your head toward him. “Could I? I feel like I've spent so much time running toward something I don't even recognize anymore. And now I'm here. Folding clothes and splitting bills. With you.”

Jaeyun looks down at his hands, fiddling with a loose thread on his sleeve. He takes a deep breath, the words hanging heavy in his chest. “Y/N, do you ever think… maybe this is enough? That maybe this—” he gestures to the laundromat, the mundane surroundings “—isn’t just some filler episode of our lives?”

You raise an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “Laundry and taxes? That’s your big dream?”

Jaeyun's lips twitch into a sad smile. “Not just laundry and taxes. Laundry and taxes with you.”

The weight of his words sink in, softening your teasing smile. Your eyes search his face for a moment, as if seeing him for the first time. “Jaeyun, I—“

“I know. You’re not ready to stop running, and I’ll never stop cheering for you. But if there’s a version of us out there, in another life, where we don’t need the lights and the noise—where we’re just… us—I think I’d like that.”

The washer buzzes, startling you both. You blink rapidly, caught between the spinning thoughts in your mind and the sudden, jarring noise. You swallow, picking up a shirt from the basket and holding it in your lap. “In another life, huh?”

Jaeyun nods, leaning back against the wall with a wistful smile. “In every life.”

You don’t say anything, but your hand brushes against his as you both sit in silence, and the hum of the machines continues.

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