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[armysantiny]

-[renjun; soft bf headcanon

P: Renjun x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, headcanon | Inc: soft bf!renjun, meeting on sns, handholding, teasing, friends to lovers, getting smothered by your friends, café dates | Wc: 451 | W: food cw | R: G

Nct’s resident artist boyfriend everyone!!

Anywho—

You and Renjun initially met at an art workshop

He was looking for help with a brush technique and there you were, having just learnt it from the art professor

Bless you for offering to help him because he’s certain he wouldn’t have asked himself

Somewhere during the workshop, social media handles are shared

You two are the creative friends to lovers fr

Sending aesthetic pictures to each other and saying what do we think?

Renjun’s the one who takes the initial leap to give you his number

And the rest was history <3

Renjun is 100% the teases you out of love boyfriend

It’s his love language <33

Very much a fan of buying little trinkets he finds that remind him of you

Presents them to you when he gets home by quite literally dumping the paper gift bag in your lap

Immensely satisfied by the reaction on your face

Takes you to craft stores and small privately-owned cafés on dates

Saves your favourite new cafés and restaurant on his phone so can grab desserts and take-out from there on his way home for you

This man makes such a good impression on your friends

I’m convinced they smother him in affection whenever he joins you on an outing

Low-key pleading for help with his eyes while he’s having his poor soul squeezed out of him

And you’re over there watching him suffer with an unassuming grin on your face

What did he really expect from you, huh?

You little traitor – his words, trust me

But it’s fine, he loves you anyway

Even if he’s wheezing to get his breath back

Isn’t the biggest fan of PDA but peppers you with kisses all over the second you two are alone

Expect forehead kisses and the occasional peck on the lips when you two are outside

Hand holding with Renjun >>>

Makes up for his lack of PDA by having your hand in his almost always

He stuffs your hand in his pocket when it’s cold and puts a hand warmer in the hand he is (unfortunately) not holding

Pretends not to absolutely combust when you put your head on his shoulder as you’re walking home from a date

He feels absolutely normal about this. Yes :D

Takes candid pictures of you and uses them in a collage that he surprises you with on your birthday

I swear down he has the softest of smiles as you process the gift in your hands

Has the sweetest of heart eyes fr

“This…you made this for me?”

“Of course I did, my love~”

You better keep this man

Renjun best boyfriend

I’m rooting for you two <3

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[2h0gi]

음악이 무기 hooligan

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

➷ young luv | p.js

pairing: park jongseong x reader.

synopsis: coming home to your boyfriend after a rough day at work, you realize that no matter how crazy life gets, he will always be your person.

genres: fluff, established relationship, this is domestic AF.

word count: 1,1k.

warnings: food, jay ☹️.

an: jay ☹️☹️☹️🫶🏻

a wave of relief washes over you as you step into the comfort of your home. the weather and a horrible day at work had left you feeling drained and achey. you kick off your shoes and hobble down the hall, pain pressing into the muscles in your legs.

you’re certain he has a built in sensor, because, as soon as the pain becomes too much, jay has appeared from somewhere in the house and has taken you into his arms. you light up and smile into the warmth of his chest, taking in the best smell in the word; cologne, cedarwood, the absolute love of your life.

“hey, baby.” he leaves a kiss in the spot he spoke into your hair, “i missed you.” you snuggle closer to him, unwilling to detach yourself from him, ever. his arms tighten and all your stress, worry and the pressure float away with a sigh.

“i missed you too.”

as if on cue, you feel warmth rub up against your legs. you grin and peer down at your cats, biscuit and bellatrix, looking up to you with sparkling green eyes blinking a slow hello. you step away from jay, the only reason you would, to bend down and give them head and chin rubs. pain shoots to your thighs, but you grit your teeth.

“did you miss me too, my loves?” you coo, and they hop up against you enthusiastically.

jay kneels down beside you and sighs, brushing a hand along biscuit’s back. “they only ever behave when you’re around. this boy was drinking out of the toilet again—God alone knows how he got in there when we leave it shut for exactly that reason.”

you chuckle, a warmth fluttering in your chest. there was something about these small moments that made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. and you were, to have your beautiful little family. you and jay and biscuit and bellatrix. your family.

but before you can revel in being together again after a few days any further, you’re lifted from the floor and back into your boyfriend’s arms. “what’s happening right now?” you arch a brow, but latch your arms around his neck and make yourself comfortable.

he drops a kiss to your temple, but says nothing. he sets you onto the bed and disappears into the bathroom for a moment. when he returns, his right sleeve is pushed up to below his elbow and water glistens off his arm. you chest aches with realization.

he removes your jacket and hands you a fresh towel and your jammies. “bath time, baby.” he says, and lifts you again, carrying you there. he helps you in, and you sigh into the warm, soothing water. “i’m going to finish up dinner. you take your time, okay? make sure to rub those legs.”

you’re blinking back tears when he brushes a kiss against your forehead. you’re not sure what you’ve done to deserve jay, his love. you had spent your life thinking you’d never have the kind of love you’d read about in books. and while your life with him was no stranger to perilous ups and downs, you couldn’t help but feel that what you had with him was far better than any fairytale.

when you finish your bath, and your muscles are feeling a lot more relaxed, you slip into your fluffy pjs and set off to the kitchen. the aroma of spices and something cooking makes your mouth water and your tummy rumble.

the table was set on the low table in the living room to your left, and jay was in the kitchen on your right. you watch him work from the hallway for a bit. his dark hair effortlessly kempt, his sweater that does nothing to hide the flexing muscles underneath, the focused frown on his face. you watch until you start feeling a little jealous of the apron hugging his waist, so you tiptoe up behind him and wrap your arms around his torso.

“i don’t think i should leave this apartment ever again,” you say into his back, eyes fluttering closed to the warmth there.

his low chuckle vibrates against your cheek, “you say the same thing every night, sweetheart.”

he turns around so you’re hugging his front and his arms drape across your shoulders. you pout, “but i mean it this time. minwoo is a jerk.”

“the infamous minwoo,” jay sighs, pulling you close before rubbing a hand down your back. “you’re not ready for me and the boys to pull up yet?”

you roll your eyes, but a smirk tugs at your lips. “and do what, park jongseong? have jake and sunghoon talk him to death?”

“it’d work,” he shrugs and you laugh.

he finishes up dinner, which, hell yeah, tastes just as mouthwatering as it looks. fresh, homemade lasanga with, yup, you guessed it, homemade garlic bread. your favourite.

you plop down on the cushions at the foot of the table and gobble down your food, sharing the details of your day with jay and he listens. you tell him how minwoo had belittled you once again for being the youngest of the team leaders at the consultancy, and how some of the other men treated you like a glorified PA which makes him frown and revisit the idea to hire a hitman. he dishes you another plate then the roles reverse and he tells you about practice. how things are getting alot more intense because their tour is coming up, but he enjoys how alive it makes him feel. you love how his eyes light up when he talks about his job. your little star.

when you try to help him with the dishes, like he does every other day he’s home, he sits you on the counter and says, “just sit there and look pretty.” and, like every other day, you swoon. you don’t know how he expects you to survive when he’s gone, when he never lets you do a single thing.

when he’s finished, he lays you on the couch and sits beside you, pulling your legs into his lap. he turns on the tv and gently begins massaging your legs. you watch him, the light from whatever’s playing on the screen highlighting his chiseled features. you fear he may be tired, but there is nothing other than pure contentment written on his face. like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

“i love you.” you say, meaning every single word.

he stops for a moment and leans into the back of the sofa, eyes locked onto yours. something swims in his almost-black eyes and your heart ignites. he grins, throwing you a wink.

“i love you too, baby. always.”

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[blueprint-han]

𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗣: STRAY KIDS; hwang hyunjin x reader

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘: fluff, angst

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧: 1809.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: reader has an emotional breakdown, hyperventilating, a bunch of dread in general but hyunjin being the sweetest ever and comforting us through it

It’s days like today that make you feel like your entire world is crumbling apart. Like things don’t make sense, like the world behaves unnecessarily cruel towards you. Nothing was out of the ordinary today. Not one bit, yet you feel the heaviness in your heart grow more and more, and it only reaches a snapping point when you come back home from work.

Usually, the sight of Hyunjin would be all it took to make you forget about anything that happened, but you figure even he has his limits. All you feel when you see him are tears — it’s like a million different images flash in front of you — of his hands stroking your back, of you crying into his shoulder. Regardless, this is the third time in the week you’ve bothered him with such antics, so you swallow the lump in your throat and approach a focused Hyunjin, reading a book and sitting on the couch.

“Hey love…” You say dully, pulling his attention onto you as you take off your jacket.

“Hey sweetheart!” Hyunjin chimes, his voice trailing off when he notices your expression. You sometimes find yourself marveled by how expressive he is. His eyebrows scrunch ever so slightly, it’s as if he’s compelling his body to fall into a gentle space, a space he seems to understand you require.

“Is everything alright?” Hyunjin asks, keeping the confidence in his voice intact, because he’s well aware of what gets you to open up easily.

Sometimes you wish he wasn’t, because every ounce of energy you’d put into maintaining your façade unravels when you look into his eyes.

Tears roll down your cheeks, and you seem to not notice anything other than everything crashing down on you. Soft sobs echo throughout the room, and you vaguely feel Hyunjin’s hands guiding you to the sofa, engulfing you in his embrace and keeping you there. He combs his fingers through your hair, rocking you back and forth.

Everything he does soothes you, yet you can’t stop crying. 

You wonder how Hyunjin ended up with you. Seeing as to how you end up being the last option for everyone you encounter, it feels surreal to know that a man so kind, graceful, so… out of your league feels such unconditional love towards you.

“Sweetie,” Hyunjin cups your cheeks and makes you look at him when you start hyperventilating, his hands being gentle yet firm enough to force you out of your dizzy state. “Look at me, and breathe — Yes, just like that.” He smiles sadly when you follow his instructions and close your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. But it’s like your body refuses to co-operate, because you end up crying for half an hour straight, snuggling into Hyunjin’s shoulder and letting out everything you’ve been holding back all this while.

You’re pretty sure his sleeve is drenched and that you’ve effectively ruined his favorite sweater, but Hyunjin isn’t even focused on that — it’s like every little sob from you shatters his heart more, and he wishes he could do more than just hold you. He wishes he could change the people who make you want to cry like this.

When your sobs finally die down to little sniffles, Hyunjin pats your hair slowly. Your eyes are puffy and your nose is red, and your breathing still hasn’t evened out.

“Come with me.” Hyunjin says and doesn’t wait for your response before lifting you off the couch. On a bright sunny day, you’d protest — you’d laugh, try to kick yourself out of his embrace, do anything to get him to giggle. But right now, all you can do is let him maneuver his way to the balcony. All the while, you’ve found peace in his shoulder, and never want to lift your head from it and experience this harsh world once again.

He seats you down on a chair and sits down next to you. You want to whine about the loss of his embrace, but he immediately holds your hand, delicately playing with your fingers and running his thumb along the back of it.

Stargazing has always been one of your favorite activities to calm down. Something about the calm view of the sky, and a million stars twinkling about them as though they’re all silently encouraging you to cheer up makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. A soft, barely present smile pulls at your lips, and Hyunjin would’ve definitely missed it if his eyes weren’t on you the whole time.

You’re pretty sure you look like a mess right now, with your eyes all puffy and your hair matted and ruffled, but Hyunjin looks at you like the single most beautiful thing to ever exist. A small part of you feels bad for worrying him so much.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened?” He asks, tightening his grip on your hand reassuringly. You could go on for ages about how gentle Hyunjin was when it comes to you, but right now all you can do is, stare at the night sky and give yourself something to focus on other than the raging emotions inside you.

“I…” You begin reluctantly, and Hyunjin wraps his hands around you, leaning into your embrace, trying everything he can to comfort you. He kisses your cheek and coaxes you to continue. “Hm?”

“I-It’s stupid…”

“Not if it’s affecting you like this, sweetie. What did we discuss before? We don’t downgrade our experiences, right? Whatever you feel is valid. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but never consider your problems to be stupid.”

You sigh, snuggling into his embrace.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m tired of being everyone’s last choice?”

Hyunjin only hums, running his hand along your arm soothingly.

“It’s like… Even before this job, even before college, I always tried to be friendly, I always tried to fix everything wrong or annoying about me, and yet I’d either get taken advantage of or end up being left alone.” 

You sigh, continuing.

“I just… I guess I’m tired and I don’t know what’s wrong with me, you know? If everyone I’ve met seems to not think of me genuinely, seems to never feel the same amount of attachment I feel for them, then surely I must be wrong with something right? Yet no matter what I do to try and be a better person, it feels like I can’t rid myself off of the ‘last option’ nametag.”

Hyunjin places a soft kiss onto your shoulder at that, humming and allowing you to speak your mind more. He always found a way to get you comfortable — it was just the way his aura worked. You never felt like you’d be judged for saying what was on your mind.

“I know that half of it is just my own anxiety and that most of the people who make me feel this way would disagree, but I could state off multiple instances where half my friends would clearly neglect me once they found someone ‘better’ And I know it’s not their duty to make sure I don’t feel anxious and don’t think that way, but it still hurts.”

“Then that’s no friend, Y/N.” Hyunjin replies. “A good friend, a true friend, would never leave you like this.”

“But every single person?” You ask, feeling the tears roll down your cheeks again.

“Not every single person. Our mind often makes us see only the worst of things when we feel sad or depressed, but there are so many people who cherish you for who you are.” Hyunjin pulls you into his lap and lets you lie on his shoulder, fingers rubbing soft circles on your skin. “Me, for instance. When we were just friends, would you have ever said I made you feel that way?”

“Never.” You answer immediately. Hyunjin had not once made you feel left out when you were friends. You consider Hyunjin’s friend group to be fairly large, and even once your relationship started, he managed to find a way to spend equal time with both his friends and with you.

“Then you have your answer.” Hyunjin smiles at you. You feel your heart flutter at the sight. His eyes hold more stars than the sky above you right now, his expression conveying everything words could never put together. You’ve never felt as loved as you feel right now.

“See, Y/N.” Hyunjin intertwines your fingers together. “The only thing you can truly control in this world is the way you act and the way you carry yourself, at least in a social setting. The way people perceive you, no matter what anyone says, is not something you can control to an extent greater than some basic level.”

You nod, allowing him to continue.

“You could do everything right. You could be the best human being to ever exist, you could do everything good that you possibly can for a person — but if they still choose to perceive you in bad ways? It’s not something you can control, really. They’re just dimwits for letting their jealousy, or their ill conceived notions ruin an amazing friendship.” You feel yourself smile when he kisses your cheek. “And I can say from personal experience, that you are a wonderful person to be friends with.”

You hum, unable to speak anything due to warm feeling in your chest. You hold him tightly, afraid that letting go would somehow dissolve this moment, and take you back to the cold tears of sadness.

“You can’t control the way people think, Y/N, but what you can control is how much you attach yourself to them, and how much you expose yourself to them. I know it isn’t easy when you see each other every single day, but it’s a step you need to take.”

“Mhm,” You hum in understanding. “I get you. It seems like the most logical way, but like you said, it’s… so hard to execute it.”

“Well, then take it slow, sweetie. No one’s forcing you, nor do you have a deadline to meet.” The darkness of the night is comforting, in a way, especially when you have your favorite person speaking the sweetest things to you. 

“One step at a time, yeah? You can start slow by trying to distance yourself from them and then work on not feeling hurt when you see them abandon you like that. Okay?” He asks. 

You take a deep breath, trying to process everything that happened. “Okay, I get you.” 

Perhaps things weren’t so bad after all. 

No matter what happened, you were sure Hyunjin would always be by your side. And that was something to be happy about, even if it felt like the world crumbled around you, because in the end, he’d always be there.

𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: Hey guys! It’s been a long time since I’ve written, so please excuse the rusty writing. Also I’m sure the advice Hyunjin gives here could possibly not be the best advice, but I wrote this fic in a time where i was sad and felt everyone around me hated me, but i’ve been working on trying to not feel that way. regardless, if anyone feels this way, know that if you’re worrying about being a bad person, then you probably aren't. We all make mistakes, and we become a better version of ourself every single day. Peace out <3

[jungwonize]

THANK U, EX!

synopsis. becoming apart of the famous band ÉTOILE was wild; but seeing your ex from your high school days, the yang jungwon, in the number one ranked band ENHYPEN? ha, even wilder.

or — in which you release your solo album, ‘thank u, ex’ based on your past relationship with yang jungwon — and things just get a liiitle wild when one of your band members, and yang jungwon himself, realize it’s him you’re talking about.

pairing(s) ☆ YANG JUNGWON x fem!reader ft. PARK SUNGHOON & KIM SUNOO

✧ genre(s) ➤ band!au, some angst, romcom, fluff¿, exes to lovers, dramaaaa!

✧ warning(s) ➤ lots of profanity, kys/kms jokes + suggestive jokes but nothing srsly nsfw, betrayal, even the reader can be annoying LOL?, won is cold at first, hybe is 😂😂 goofy.

✧ status ➤ ongoing ♡ slow updates

✧ feat ➤ ENHA, LIZ from IVE as Reader’s face claim, GAEUL from IVE, RYUJIN from ITZY, YOON from STAYC, NING from AESPA, XIAOTING from KEP1ER and a variety of idols. including some of my mutuals as the ÈTOILE band members & fan accs.

✧ note ➤ Heyy thanks 4 checking this out lmao 😭 please read this !!! and i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did enjoy crafting this! hehe. thank you so so much for 600+ followers btw ily all ♡, i do hope this gets attention HSJDHSH

⌕ SEARCH THANKUEX.COM . . .

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TRENDING SEARCHES #PROFILES, MEET #lovesick girls — #heartthrobs — #énhyfans 01 énhyfans 02

PROLOGUE I was barely just surviving.

1 — James Arthur...?

2 — ÈTOILE 4th gen band leaders?

3 — you so find i won’t you so bed

4 — Hey mamas 😍

5 — fuck enhypen all my homies hate enhypen *starts beatboxing*

6 — he wanna be me so bad fr

7 — eye twitch.

8 — won sugar daddy era 💀

9 — Jungwon, wake up! I don’t like this...

10 — You’re a fucking liar (written)

11 — Yang Jungwon?

↳ SPECIALS: — fan account shenanigans

🗣️ TAGLIST IS CLOSED !!!

[serialee]

Reject holding hands x ateez please

Ateez Reacts: Handholding Rejection

genre: sfw - fluff [220 wc]

paring: mingi/wooyoung/jongho x gn.reader

warning: none

○ 'NEVERLAND MASTERLIST' || 'NAVIGATION'

◆ SONG MINGI ◆

Very confused. Rapid blinking eyes kind of confused.

Looks at his hands, then to yours then back to his for a few seconds.

Starts getting 'teary' eyes and starts sulking, mouth a frown; silently worried he did something wrong.

"Baby .. nooo! What's wrong, did I do something? You ok? Heyy!"

Please link hands with him again or he will continue to be sad

◆ JUNG WOOYOUNG ◆

Notices your hand removing his even before you completely reject it.

Goes absolutely ballistic and starts 'warning you' to try and do that again.

Connect his hand again and uses all his strength so you can't remove it again.

"Ah ah ah!! Excuse me!! And what exactly do you think you're doing? Absolutely not!"

Might catch on but he will continue to be as dramatic as he possibly can ... so good luck!

◆ CHOI JONGHO ◆

Takes a few second to notice that his hand is no longer connected to your thigh.

Gets confused before catching on immediately, then smirks to himself.

Says "alright, bet" and actually plays along. Will not let you reconnect even if you beg for it.

"Jongho ... baby!! Jongho pleasee come back sjdosj i'm sorry!!!"

Hears you crystal clear but is playfully ignoring you ... you better start running to catch up.

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[hoshiyoshis]

YOSHI - ‘HELLO’ M/V TEASER

[applejongho]

WAKE UP, WORLD!

[solneur]

♡̶ STUPID CUPID! — P.SH

♡̷̸ SYNOPSIS. as the esteemed “cupid” of be:lift high, students from all grades come to you for any matter regarding a crush, a significant other, or even just someone they deeply care about. having heard good reviews about your services, a helpless park sunghoon finally decides to ask you for help. (and he’s willing to pay a good price!)

♡̷̸ PAIRINGS. park sunghoon x f!reader

♡̷̸ GENRE. high school!au, strangers to lovers!au, idiots to lovers!au, fluff, slight angst, comedy, drama, smau with some written parts

♡̷̸ WARNINGS. reader uses she/her pronouns, language, suggestive/dirty jokes (nothing too crazy), death jokes (never made or taken seriously), a lot of mutual pining lol, ft. childhood friend!heeseung x f!reader, appearances of other idols, will add if there are any more in the future!

♡̷̸ STATUS. ongoing

♡̷̸ START. 060722

♡̷̸ END. tba

♡̷̸ AUTHOR'S NOTE. to clear up any confusion, this is an smau from my old blog @/c9pids !! pls read the pinned post before accusing me of plagiarism 🙏🏼🙏🏼

♡̷̸ PLAYLIST. spotify

♡̷̸ PROFILES.

cupid and her slaves helpers 😇

lovesick boys 💔💔

♡̷̸ PARTS.

one. #jakeisoverparty

two. a chaotic morning

three. sunghoon WHAT!?

four. has she always been that pretty..?

more coming soon…

♡̷̸ DIRECTOR’S CUT.

y/n can’t aim

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[hyunnows]

IN THE CARDS | LEE FELIX

“… the stars in the sky who decided love was not in the cards for you.”

PAIRING(s) | Felix x reader

THEMES | angst, unrequited love, high school juniors!au, I think that’s all :>

WORD COUNT: 1.23k+

RATING | pg

NOTE | surprise! no- I’m not off hiatus yet. Unfortunately my laptop is still out of order and I hate writing on my phone but I really wanted to post something ✦ angsty ✦ so here we are T^T anyway I hope you enjoy and I hope I can get back here soon! Have a great day/night! Also feel free to ignore this new layout, or give feedback whether you like it or not, ty <3

SKZ M.LIST

You’d liked Felix since the third week of school when you two were freshmen. Now, years later, you still harbored the same feelings for him, except much stronger. Throughout your freshmen, sophomore, and now junior years, you’d grown closer to him. You two’s friend groups often ran into each other and combined, making the two of you semi familiar friends. You’d even hung out a few times together.

Of course you never acted on it. You were too shy to do anything about your schoolgirl crush. In fact, you were sure it would fade eventually, which was why whenever Areum—your best friend—would bring up your “mystery boy”, you’d always do your best to conceal his identity. You just knew she’d try to play Cupid, and you just weren’t ready to be embarrassed like that.

But recently, you'd heard him talking about a girl. One his and your friends apparently knew considerably well, and one he hung out with “sort of often”, as he’d described it. Yet he always seemed hesitant to talk about it, especially when you were around.

Trying to solve the mystery, your friends had come up with a few theories. One being that there wasn’t a girl in the group and he just wanted to throw them off. Another being it was a newer girl who’d recently transferred and taken a liking to your social circles. And the last one being that he had a crush on you.

Your friends were oblivious to your feelings for him, yes, but that didn’t stop them from seeing some sort of chemistry between the two of you. Their main pieces of evidence included that Felix always preferred to sit on your side of the table at lunch, that he could be caught looking your way a few times a day.

So when you saw him looking a bit nervous and glancing around you, you couldn’t help but think that maybe he’d grown some feelings for you over the time you’d known each other.

Twiddling his thumbs, he’d waited for your friends to clear out from the hall quietly asking you to stay behind so he could speak with you privately.

When your friends heard him ask you to stay behind, they all winked and giggled like middle schoolers, nudging you and bouncing their brows. Even if you didn’t want Felix to have a crush on you, they’d have you pretty convinced he was going to ask you out with their borderline ridiculous behavior.

Still playing with his hands and shifting side to side as he waits for you to approach him. Adrenaline pumps through your veins, and you try not to look too eager to hear what he needs to say. “What did you need to talk to me about?”

“Well you know how our friend groups have been mixing up a lot the past three years, and we’ve all grown kinda close. It’s only natural that someone would end up liking someone else, right?” He rants, trying not to stumble over his words or say too much more than he needs to. You nod at his question, doing your best not to smile stupidly at his cute antics and urging him to continue talking. “Well, I was just hoping that maybe…”

You hold your breath in anticipation, your hands you’re hiding behind your back clinging to each other with excitement. It’s actually happening, he’s as asking you out—

“Maybe you could ask Areum to meet me behind the sakura trees in the field later today. Oh, but don’t tell her its me she’s meeting, I want it to be a surprise, so just say she’s meeting you. Unless you don’t want to, because I can ask someone else—“ his voice rings in your ears, any other words he utters blending together into an incoherent mess.

All those glances, the nervousness, the giddiness and whispers between his friends and blushed cheeks when you were around… they weren’t directed at you.

It’s only now you realize, he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at Areum

He wasn’t nervous or shy or excited because you were around, it was because Areum was with you.

The whispers and flustered expressions, they were because he liked her.

Not you.

Her.

You knew your best friend was pretty, and smart, and funny, and kind… just like you were. But she was all of that, and more. She was any guy’s dream girl and you’d never envied that more than you do right now.

But you pick up your slack jaw, blinking away the tears that were trying to well up in your eyes and smiling as brightly as you can muster. Clasping your hands together, you squeal with excitement, jumping around with false joy. “Oh my god, you have a crush on her? That’s so cute! You two would be such a great couple! Yes, of course I’ll tell her! What time?”

At least you had time to prepare for the scene you’re about to witness when four o’clock rolls around and you watch your best friend approach the sakura field with a face full of confusion. You watch him nervously pick up the flowers he’d bought her and take a deep breath—all while he was hiding behind a tree and trying to collect himself.

When he finally emerges from his hiding spot, a sheepish smile on his face as Areum turns to him with a raised brow, trying to do anything other than wish you were in her place right now. Oh, what you would give to have Felix look at you the way he looks at her—like she alone was responsible for keeping the world turning and making sure the sun rose everyday. What you would do for just a taste of the affection he reaches for her hand with, the gentleness he places the flowers in her grip with,

You barely hear her answer to his long, well rehearsed yet still raw and genuine confession, your ears clogged with the sound of your own pulse and uneven breathing, You swear the shattering in your chest is more than just your emotions—it’s too painful to not be physical too.

When you walk into the halls the next day, you can only blame yourself for the happy new couple holding hands by your locker.

And when he stops you by the wrist to thank you for your help, you hide the bitterness in your tone as well as you can, muttering a soft, “Don’t mention it.”

Truly, you never want them to as long as you live, because you never want to be reminded that you’re the reason they ended up together. You introduced them, asked them to hang out with you in hopes of having your love requited. You’re the one who never opened up about their crush, or did anything about it for that matter.

And when Areum joins in, a bright smile on her perfect face as she thanks you for helping them get together, you really do mean it when you say with the most gentle tone you’ve ever used, “Don’t thank me, please,” Your faux smile hiding the pain in your eyes as theirs lock with nothing but love for the other.

But in the end, you did this to yourself, and have nobody else to blame besides someone the stars in the sky who decided love was not in the cards for you.

NAVI

[armysantiny]

-[ skz; inviting their crush to the gym/swimming pool and noticing their crush’s other tattoos when he walks out shirtless

P: stray kids x male reader | G: fluff, reaction, request | Inc: swimming, the gym, a ton of admiration on the boys' part, implied nudity (bc swimming lol), blossoming crushes, tattoos, Felix is a little shit | Wc: 1.74k| W: implied nudity, tattoos | R: PG13

Minnie's notes; god this became a monster of its own creation lol, for some reason I kept making each one longer and longer- this was fun!

Bang Chan | 방찬

You and Chan go swimming after gym fairly regularly together, so logic says that Chan shouldn’t be surprised when he sees you shirtless – he lives with three other guys, two of which share his relaxed outlook about walking around shirtless. He’s seen most of your tattoos as well. This is normal for Chan.

What isn’t normal is the heat rushing to his cheeks when you pop out of the changing rooms – shirtless – asking if he has a spare shirt you can borrow because you forgot yours. No, Christopher Chan Bang doesn’t have a crush on you that’s been bubbling away for weeks.

Absolutely not.

“Hyung..? You okay?” Ohoho, was that a new tattoo on the small of your back? When did you get it done? Why does he want to run his hands over it?

“Uh— yeah, yeah…I’m fine~ I’ll grab it, don’t move y/nie~” Hopefully you didn’t notice him sparing a second glance to admire your new body art. And the bright red blush on his face.

Lee Minho | 이민호

Minho enjoys going to the gym with you; you’re a motivational workout buddy, funny, are eager to try whatever food he makes afterwards, and did he mention that he’s fascinated with your tattoos? You look fucking amazing, in his humble opinion.

No he isn’t a little fixated on them, shut up. And no, his ears do not become red when he catches a peek of your tattoos – especially your pecs – when you’re sweating after a workout.

What do you take him for? A schoolboy with a crush?

Okay, maybe he has a crush on you. Sue him. You’re attractive as fuck (his words) and a great person; what was he supposed to do? Not fantasise about those arms?

So when you crash at his dorm after a late night gym session and pop into the living area to ask him if you can borrow a shirt – while entirely shirtless, in front of the others – his ears are bright red. His gaze fixes on the new tattoos across your chest and he malfunctions in real time, ignoring the kids staring at his reaction.

“Just— just pick anything you want.” Did this man just stutter?

“Sure thing hyung~ thanks!”

Seo Changbin | 서창빈

Changbin met you at the gym and the pair of you immediately hit it off. You admired his commitment to working out and staying in shape, and Binnie couldn’t help but be fascinated by how sweet and soft you seemed in comparison to the sheer number of impressive tattoos you have.

So he’s not exactly surprised when he finds himself infatuated with you. What can he say? Changbin is a confident man, and he knows what he likes. And it just so happens that you are exactly his type.

He’s a bashful admirer, your Binnie.

So when he invites you to go swimming with him and the other members on a day off, don’t be surprised when you catch Changbin gazing at some of your newer tattoos with a blush on your face. Perhaps forgetting to pack a spare shirt for the pool wasn’t the worse mistake you’ve ever made. As for the man himself, he’s going to want to hear all about his crush’s new body art. Quite delectable body art, if I might add~

Hwang Hyunjin | 황현진

Frankly, it’s a miracle that you even met Hyun at the gym to begin with, that man avoids the place as often as he can. And can you blame him? He lives with 3Racha after all, that’s enough gymbro energy for him. But yes, you end up meeting Hyunjin at the gym, while you’re doing some light weights and he catches sight of your partial sleeve and the top of your chest tattoo through your vest. During a conversation while you’re spotting him and he finds out you’re his hyung, it’s settled.

New muse acquired.

For days afterwards, Hyunjin’s sketchbooks and canvases are full of tattoos, imagery and artistic rendition of you all from all your consequential outings together after your initial meeting.

And like the hopeless romantic that Hyunjin is, it takes him little time to fall for his newest muse. His art becomes more and more romantic (if possible) and there’s more reservation on his end because Hyunjin now wants anything he makes for you to be absolutely perfect. It’s for you, of course. His y/n hyung.

When you invite him swimming over the summer, Hyunjin quite positively loses his mind over some of the newer tattoos he sees across your chest and abdomen while you’re looking for the shirt you packed. Ever the tits man that he is, Hyunjin can’t help but give your newly tatted pecs a loving squeeze – with your permission of course. I give this man around five days before he confesses his feelings lol.

Han Jisung | 한지성

Between you and me, I would be a dirty liar if I didn’t think Jisung was immediately infatuated with the ‘buff tattoo guy’ at the gym (as he so excitedly tells Chan) the first time he spots you after you finish a set and reach for your water bottle. A cute smile, sick tattoo sleeves (his words) and an impressive set? Social anxiety be damned, Jisung makes it his mission to get closer to you, which he does, to his credit. Soon, he’s calling you ‘tattoo hyung’ as a joke and he has some eye candy to forward to when he joins you at the gym.

And by all means, the buff chipmunk is adorable, so you indulge him when he jokingly presses his face between your pecs. They’re comfy, sue him.

Until it’s starting to get obvious that there are developing feelings between the pair of you.

So, without telling Sung outright you fill out your tattoo sleeves just that little bit more, get some art done on your abdomen that may or may not be inspired by the rapper himself. Taking his invite to go swimming with him and some of the other members, you show off the new body art to a very infatuated Han Jisung.

You may be going home with a boyfriend, that’s all I’m saying.

Lee Felix | 이용복

Meeting Felix feels like it was fate, in my honest opinion; you were working on your arms, and Lix was getting his rehabilitation exercise done. As luck would have it, he asked you to spot him, the two of you start talking and you left that gym session with a new friend and Felix’s number. And soon enough, your phone is buzzing every other hour with a text from Mr Buff Sunshine about everything from how his day went, to workout advice, to spamming you with memes.

It's cute, and 100% part of the reason you consider getting some sun-inspired tattoos across your chest. Perhaps even a few quotes you’d seen his fans talk about on twitter.

Felix decides to have some fun with you when you and Felix make plans to head swimming, because your ‘swimming top’ as it were, is now nowhere to be found. Go figure.

“Hey Felix?” What seems like an innocent move on your part – asking for a t-shirt – clearly is lost on the Australian in question. There are new tattoos on your abdomen. Rather fucking hot ones, in his humble opinion; and Lix’s face is burning red.

Lord above, could you be any more attractive? You do eventually get one of Felix’s shirts, that suspiciously look like the one you were missing, but between you and me…Felix is more than happy to have you shirtless.

Kim Seungmin | 김승민

I’m genuinely more impressed by the notion that you met Seungmin at the gym of all places. Granted, it was by the treadmill, and he was pacing himself at a brisk jog, but my point still stands. Talking to you becomes his new ‘kill time’ card, and it doesn’t take many of these particularly amusing gym sessions for numbers to be exchanged and for Seungmin to start asking about your numerous tattoos. He saves you in his phone as ‘y/n – cool tattoos~’, deeming you the newest subject of teasing and some awfully aesthetic food pictures. Courtesy of Minho’s cooking, of course.

And while your friendship blossoms, and you begin taking tattoo ideas from Seungmin, something warm and fuzzy starts making its way into Seungmin’s heart. He doesn’t hate it.

But he would rather be caught stark naked than admit he has a crush on you. So his fondness is translated through more frequent texts, more emojis and asking more and more about your day.

And inviting you swimming, of course.

Thanks to your own genius, you had left your spare swimming shirt at home and resorted to asking around for a spare shirt you could borrow. Giving Seungmin the perfect view of your newest tattoos. On your sculpted abdomen.

I think you’ve broken him.

Yang Jeongin | 양정인

You should thank who or whatever possessed Jeongin to actually start going back to the gym, because you stumble into him on your way out from the changing room. Don’t get him wrong, he was a little intimated at first; you’re hot, have some impressive body art, and you’re muscular? Cut him a little slack here.

He does see you again, however Innie picks up the courage to talk to you, and it turns out the two of you have quite a lot in common. Perfect! Instead of spending his whole time of his time with his headphones on, Jeongin spends his break between sets talking to you, his dimples on full display the entire time.

You have now gained the title of cool hyung. Congratulations.

His fascination with your tattoos bleeds into something more romantic, and Jeongin finds himself itching for the days to speed up so the swimming outing you two have planned comes by faster. At least he gets to fill his time by hanging out with you in your tattoo studio.

Praise to everything holy – and Jeongin’s patience – the day of the swimming outing finally arrives, and Jeongin is buzzing with excitement. The weather is great, the venue you’re going to has good food places nearby – it’s perfect.

“Jeongin-ah, have you seen my swim-shirt?” Well, perfect if you ignore the fact you forgot your swimming shirt. Which leaves your new chest tattoo on full display for Jeongin to marvel at while he helps you go in search of a t-shirt to buy.

Yes you saw him blushing. No you aren’t going to bring it up unless Innie says anything himself.

You hope he does though.

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[2h0gi]

happy san day!

happiest birthday to atiny’s sanshine!! ur amazing dance skills, stage presence, and sweet personality make 8 one team <33 i hope u have a lovely day!!!

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

➷ bubbly | c.bg

pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader. genre: strangers to friends to lovers, fluff. wc: 800?. warnings: this man is absolutely astronomically down bad. an: i’m going to pretend this isn’t self-indulgent. bonus points for anyone who correctly guesses who the inspiration for this beomgyu is 🤪

your eyes sparkle. your lips curl up. they dig into your cheeks and crease the edges of your eyes. you tilt your head back. and then that smile, already lethal enough as is, cracks open and you laugh.

this sequence, this magnificent spectacle, plays in slow motion for beomgyu. it is a mesmerizing spell that had been burned into his retinas from the very moment you first honoured him with it–monday, or just now, he wasn’t sure. every time felt like the first.

laughter, beautiful, raging-manic-drugged-up-butterfly-unleashing laughter spills from your lips and wraps around the racing heart in his chest so firmly he has to gasp for air. he’s pretty sure this sight deserved the top spot on the list of the world’s seven wonders, but he also wanted to drag you into a room and have it all to himself.

and he did that. him. little old beomgyu pulled that look, that sound out of you.

you were going to be his. you didn’t know it yet, but you were.

“tomatoes, beomgyu? really?” you say between the breaths with which you’re trying to control your laughter. his heart swells a little more every time you say his name, and he’s certain one day it’s just going to burst right out of his chest and snuggle into yours. you manage to contain yourself and his heart drops, but the smile remains so he deems it still a win. “what do you have against tomatoes?”

“they’re pure evil,” he grins as you dab away the tears in your eyes with your fingers. he decides right then and there that these kinds of tears are the only tears that are allowed to fall from your eyes. “they’re designed to be imposters! i mean, look, they’ve got the look of a vegetable, but they’re a fruit! not to mention, they’re too slimy to really taste like either.”

you giggle, and tomatoes are suddenly his favourite fruit in the world. he’d start a small country and make tomatoes the national fruit, it’d be on the flag too. “fair enough. but you believe that’s why they’re plotting a revolution?”

“think about it,” he shrugs, brushing obstructing strands of hair from his eyes, “no one would ever see it coming.”

you shake your head and sigh, your hair falling over your face. he aches to reach over and tuck it away; he wanted to always see all of you. but he thinks better of it. he would take things slow, have you see how great he was first. there was nothing cool about being irredeemably down bad for someone from the second he laid eyes on them.

the campus café was quiet this time of the evening. most students were either comfortably in their dorms, or partying in someone else’s. on any other night, beomgyu, too, would have been with a solo cup in hand at heeseung’s, but now you were here. you had transferred from another university in the city and, with his luck, you were in the same major, in the same year and had been grouped together for an assignment.

needless to say, professor cho is his hero.

“beomgyu,” you say, pulling him out of his daze. he then decides that beomgyu must be the most beautiful name in existence, second only to yours, because why else would his heart skip a beat when you say it. your smile has vanished, and you’re looking at him in a way that makes him nervous.

“why aren’t the others coming?”

he fights the surprise off from his face. his mind is blank. how was he to tell you that he told them you moved the groupwork date to tomorrow, because he hoped to have you alone today. because talking about tomatoes with you was infinitely more important than some guy called leonardo da vinci and whatever the hell he did.

he observes your face, starting from your cute little chin and ending with your big, beautiful eyes. he realizes that this look is telling him that you know. you know they aren’t coming, and that you could have possibly known for the whole three hours you’ve sat there. he feels his heart in his throat, two feet from disembarking on the journey to the palm of your hand.

“do you wanna go somewhere with me?” he asks, a little more breathlessly than he had hoped. that smile, that weapon of mass destruction sent by God Himself to make him a holy man, makes a reappearance and it’s all he can do not to fall to his knees.

“i’d go anywhere with you,” you mumble. and then your eyes widen with realization and your face turns pink.

he fires heeseung a text, yea, no, dude, idc. this woman is going to have all my babies.

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[blueprint-han]

floating through space (and a pile of junk) — lee felix.

𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗣: STRAY KIDS; husband!felix x fem!reader

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘: fluff.

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧: 1.3 k

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: nothing except bad writing and bad title, no proofreading, also there’s one mention of the reader being shorter than Felix ♡

“You’re supposed to be cleaning!”

“In my defense, who cleans during the night?”

You huff, trying to snatch the polaroid camera Felix found in one of the cupboards away from him. “And in my defense, you’re busy all day. You know how much I hate cleaning the cupboards.”

Felix laughs, setting the camera aside he helps you get the remaining stuff out, then proceeds to grab a cloth to dust the shelves. Quite frankly, you feel like a terrible wife for making Felix work more after he’s already busy with tour preparations, but you’ve got no choice — you start sneezing up a storm at the slightest contact with dust, and you aren’t really gifted in the height department either. Neither is Felix, but he can, at least, reach the top shelves better than you could.

While Felix dusts, you sort through the stuff randomly thrown on your bed into two piles — throw or keep. You’re quite shocked with how much junk you’ve managed to accumulate in just a year, especially when most of the time it’s you who’s around the house, not Felix.

“I’m taking the day off tomorrow.”

Felix says it like it’s something so casual, and not his first day off in literal weeks. The selfish part of your brain freezes at that statement and wishes you aren’t just hearing things — you’ve been pretty silent about your wishes for Felix to stay longer than just one night, since you know it’s not his fault whatsoever, and if he could control it, he would.

“Y-you are?” You ask, hoping he doesn’t notice the very intent surprise behind your statement.

By the time you can turn around to face him, he’s behind you. You feel gentle arms wrap around your waist and Felix’s chin rest on your shoulder. The feeling of his breath on your neck stirs up butterflies in your stomach. Surprisingly, it’s more romantic than sensual in any way. You’ve gone without such soft moments for so long, you’ve learnt to cherish them.

“Mhm. I’m barely able to help you out or spend time with you, and I feel bad about it.” You can feel Felix pout, and you let a smile tug at your lips. Pretending as though you’re not affected by his ministrations, you keep sorting through the myriad of items on the bed. That’s not fully wrong, if you’re being honest. If you don’t finish this in the next two hours, then you’d both go to bed late. And you’re tired enough as is, and so is Felix.

“You don’t have to.” You mumble, voice trailing down even more when he tightens his grip on your waist. His warmth seeps into you, and suddenly, you can feel your heart beating oh-so-fast, like it’s the first time all over again. “You and I both know it’s not your fault you don’t have time.”

Felix doesn’t seem to have an answer for that. Instead, he grabs hold of your hands, stopping your motions. He then turns you around, and god, those eyes could kill you. It seemed like the deities of the universe themselves laid every single star in his eyes, such that one look at them and you felt at peace — like you were the only one who existed in his universe, that the whole world was yours and you were with him.

You shyly bring your hand to his cheek, and feel your heart flutter when he leans into your touch, and you’re basically in shambles when he pouts.

“Come on now. Give me attention.”

“I am.” You try to look anywhere but at him. The heat creeping up to your cheeks is bound to be noticeable soon, and he’s too close for you to pull the hood of your sweatshirt over your head. Not that that’d help, but it does make you feel less noticed.

At that, Felix pulls you closer. “Not quite. Look at me.” He whines. It’s so like Felix to outright demand for attention, even though he’s always been a sweet, shy man, ever since you started dating. You internally smile at the image of a fluffy Felix, bushing furiously as he stuttered out a “Will you go on a date with me?”, and then hid his face into the pillows to avoid your answer.

“What are you thinking about?”

“The first time you asked me out on a date.” You admit, and his smile only widens at that, his eyes disappearing into tiny crescents. “You’ve gotten more confident since then, gotta admit.”  Kissing his cheek, you pry yourself our of his arms, giving him another peck on his lips when he whines more. He’s so adorable, you could cry.

You pick up some of your clothes to sort into the cupboards, and stack them one by one.

“I haven’t gotten more confident, it’s just that you’ve gotten less.” Felix snickers, positioning himself behind you to hold you again. You giggle, placing the items on one of the shelves before turning around yourself this time.

“Felix, we have to get these things inside, else we’ll both be up late. And I know you’re tired.” Felix matches your laughter, and then in the one moment you let yourself get caught off guard listening to the delightful noise, he lifts you into the air and sways you around.

“What- Ah! Felix, let me down!” You yelp and chortle, smiling to yourself like a giddy schoolgirl.

“I’m not tired at all, love. All I want right now is to spend time with my wife, which she’s not letting me do.”

Well, it’s not that you don’t want to spend time with him. It’s just such a new thing, which it shouldn’t be. You’ve always found yourself not bother Felix when he comes home and let him get his rest. It was hard enough to ask him for help one time, let alone ask him to stay up until later because your heart fluttered too much at his actions.

“Well, someone’s gotta—” Your sentence is cut off with a heartly giggle when Felix nuzzles into your stomach, causing a ticklish feeling to rise up your nerves. “Felix, stop! You’re— oh gosh—” He doesn’t have the intention to stop, for whether you find it hard to believe or not, Felix feels such a unique sense of contentment when he listens to the very echo of your pure joy. He could play it on repeat for his whole life, and never pause it or be bored even once.

“Mm, I don’t think I will. You’re warm.”

Eventually, you have to resort to tickling him to get him to let you down, after which you grab the nearest pillow and throw it at him, both of you thoroughly laughing and enjoying the impromptu pillow fight. The both of you fall flat on the bed (albeit you bonk your head on a vase that’s supposed to go on the table), your laughter eventually fading out as you turn to face him.

“One year of marriage and seven years of our relationship, and you’re still in the honeymoon phase.” You say as Felix takes your hand with the curiosity of a toddler, playing with your fingers and running his thumb along the back of your hand.

“Well, in my defense, I did choose to love the single most perfect woman in the world.” You let Felix pull you into his embrace, and Felix really tries to keep his heartbeat from rising when you place a tiny kiss over his chest.

“And I chose to love the single most kind soul in the whole world.”

Felix smiles, so do you. He leans to kiss you, and you let him, drowning yourself of your inhibitions, and of his too.

“I love you.” Felix’s eyes sparkle when he says that. Like he wishes upon the stars in his eyes that you can understand just how much weight he holds on those three words, and lucky for him, his wish always comes true.

“I love you too.”

And at that moment, even though you’re cramped together on a bed full of junk, his arms feel like home.

𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: It's exam season and I want comfort. That's all the explanation i can give for this. Well, besides husband Felix of course. Anywho please leave feedback if you like it. ♡

[jungwonize]

bad boy down!

➷ if there was anything else you hated more than your pathetic life, it would be those gamer boys in decelis high. and by gamer boys, you’d be referring to that stupid fucking clique, ‘ENHA.’ they’re mean, and they’re-oh-so-bad. but it just gets worse when you get stuck with these menaces in a video game.. although who would’ve thought having a taste of the bad would be so... good?

♡ enha x gender–neutral!reader

GENRE heavy e2l, written series + will have smau time to time, jumanji!au, interactive au (+ in the ending chapters), badboy!enha au, comedy, romance, fluff, slight angst?? tba

WARNINGS the usual profanity (lots), um jay almost getting eaten by a crocodile 💀, my humor, some violence, kys/kms jokes, some sexual jokes but nothing’s actually sexual, tba

NOTE hello! before you ask what the fuck you just read, YES. this is an enha badboy and jumanji au. how did i come up with this? with my insanity. hoping this #doesnotflop

PLAYLIST

CHAPTERS WITH A ‘*’ IS AN INTERACTIVE CHAPTER.

. . . meet the cast!

prologue : uncivilised gorilla

chapter one — and FUCK them gamer boys!

chapter two — KYS (Keep Yourself Safe 💜)*

↳ bonus: — you don’t deserve jake!

➳ ENDING #1: EAT LUNCH WITH HEESEUNG. ENDING #2: GO WITH RIKI. (0.3k)

chapter three — this is YOUR fucking fault! (0.6k)

chapter four — I’m Going To Kill Myself

chapter five — Welcome to Jumanji!

chapter six — haha what the fuck

chapter seven — GO WHITE MAN!!!

chapter eight — Jay’s Crocodile Experience

chapter eight point five — well that went pretty fucking terrible.

chapter nine — Fuck you too, Sunoo!

chapter ten — ...Camels Go Moo?

chapter eleven — the sunghoon agenda

chapter twelve — walking through the valley of lies

chapter thirteen — okay elsa...

chapter fourteen — what are you, a news reporter?

chapter fifteen — get a move on, jake.

chapter sixteen — MY LOVE IS ON FIREEEE!

chapter seventeen — Wow that’s so #deep

* unreleased chapter names will be subject to change

✩°｡⋆⸜ CHARACTER MOODBOARDS ✧

— ENHA ; heeseung.exe ★ jay.exe ★ jake.exe sunghoon.exe ★ sunoo.exe ★ jungwon.exe ★ riki.exe

— THE TRIO ft. MEANGIRLS ; yunjin.zip★ yuna.zip ★ haewon.zip ★ ning.zip

🗣️ TAGLIST IS CLOSED !!

[hoshiyoshis]

make me choose: pentagon’s do or not MV or violet MV