#yunhoesss

[hongism]

Everyone's talking abt Back Door (as we should because it SLAPS) but, CAN WE TALK ABOUT WE GO???? I LOVE THAT SONG WITH SUCH A PASSION

CAN WE ASKLDFJKLSDFJKLSDF CAN WE WE FUKCIN G CAN PLEA SE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CAN WE TALK ABOUT WE GO PLS PLS PLS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WOULD LIKE TO GIVE A TWO HOUR TEDTALK ON WHY I LOVE WE GO SO FUCKING MUCH THEN ANOTHER ONE RIGHT AFTER FOR WOW BECAUSE GOD DAMMIT SKZ I HAVE BEEN WAITING MONTHS FOR YOU TO PUT IT ON AN ALBUM AND NOW THAT YOU DID IM NOT GONNA LISTEN TO ANYTHING ELSE IN THE UNIVERSE AAAAAAAAAAAA

[stayndays]

I have absolutely no idea who the killer is tbh💀

I just know its not Minho, that would be too obvious, but maybe it's Seungmin and he lied about not knowing about the will. So, knowing that if his uncle died, he'd get the mansion-

Or maybe I'm wrong, this theory seems a bit obvious too. So its maybe someone we won't suspect, like Hyunjin (although he was acting kinda sus in chapter 3 with that envelope)

Your opinions aren’t different from the majority!

[urirealvibekiller]

Hey fayeeee🥺

Okay okay, so for the questions: 22, 27, 34, and 65!

hi hi nali !!  🥺

22.  do you want to have kids? how many?

- nope. i mean i do sometimes think about wanting to adopt and if i ever do that then one hehe i want to give all my love and focus on just one i think that’ll be nice <33 

27. have you ever broken someone’s heart?

- yes bb :(( 

34. who/what was your last dream about?

- i already answered this so i just copy pasted lmaoo

omg i dream every night but i don't remember them unless i talk about it to someone soon after waking up. but the last dream i remember was one where i was in paris because i specifically remember joking to my mom about it (i was obsessed with skam france back then asdfghjkl such a good show)

65.  your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

- bruh. that’s literally the current situation. what i’m trying to do right now is just to kind of distance myself, and to be more careful with my words/actions because i don’t want to be disrespectful or seem like i’m leading him on. also to just be clear and firm yet gentle about the fact that i don’t feel the same way and i won’t ever. i actually need advice on this situation oml 

[twancingyunhao]

For the emoji game thingy: 💞 (I love both your blog and your content), 🐤 (we're mutuals), 🌸 (we don't talk), ❤ (you deserve happiness), 💛 (i love seeing you on my dash), 🖤 (I admire you from afar👉🏻👈🏻), 👤 (I don't think you notice me), and 💈(this ones really long, and i dont feel like typing it out😭)

Okay so we're gonna go from the bottom to the top here bb

💈- literally I felt the same way and have been too shy to message you but have been wanting to interact for FOREVER.

👤- I DEFINITELY notice you, I'm just ridiculously shy and don't know how to start interactions.

🖤- right back atcha bb

💛-again back at you

For the rest, you deserve so much happiness, you're wonderful and seeing you on my dash always makes me happy, seeing you in my notifs always makes me happy I love you I'm just a shy bean

[hyunsracha]

I've been binge reading your works all day and all ive gotta say is your writing is amazing🥺🥺🥺

HIIII ohmy gosh im sorry this reply is so late hahaha thank u so much !!!

[starryseung]

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first 10 people in your dash? make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe! 💕🌸✨💖💖💞💞💞

🥺🤧*hugs you harder than ever*

stay safe and eat well baby! <3

[nyctophilin]

"Chaotic maybe" LMFOAOAOA

My inner mingi really popped out😗✌🏻

I will agree with you just because I don't really know who Mingi is, hehe. ^3^

[dreamescapeswriting]

We dont interact much BUT OMG CONGRATS ON 4000!!!!!!!

YOU DESERVE THIS AND SO MUCH MORE🥺🥺🥺💓💓💓

I’d love to interact with you more!!! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH THOUGH!!! Oh my gosh more!?! I’d turned into a pile of tears on the floor, thank you 💓💟💖💘💕🌹❤🥺🥺🥰🥰

[shalanos]

What groups do you stan? If you could have any superpower what would it be? What song got you into kpop?

Groups i stan: Stray Kids, Ateez, TOO, bts, nct (all units), itzy, mcnd, and iland who hasnt debuted yet, and kind of superm as well

What super power do i want: honestly i wanna be able to teleport wherever i wanna go

What song got me into kpop: this song!

[wonhoonz]

“ remind me why i came here with you. “ you said bitterly, your arms crossed and an unamused expression painted your face.

“ because i’m a handsome and charming young man who you would say yes to  dating. “ he smiled, a little hope shining in his eyes. despite your rather aggressive outburst outside your classroom, jaemin appeared to be unbothered by your prickly self and you found yourself in your school’s courtyard.

“ i’m sorry, what ? “ you choked, assuming that you had misheard him. date na jaemin ? not in a million years.

“ fake date. “ he clarified, “ but if you want it doesn’t have to be. “ he teased with a wink only to earn no reaction from you.

“ i’m leaving. “ you announced, gathering your things from the rather small wooden table jaemin had chose to discuss ‘ something very important ‘, although it seemed to you that perhaps jaemin had drunken something this morning that’s been causing his rather absurd behavior.

“ come on, please ? it’s a win-win situation for the both of us. “ he pleaded, a put on his lips as he placed his hands together in attempt to gain your sympathy.

“ put the puppy look away, you’re not twelve. and how exactly is this a in for either of us ? this sounds like a bad remake of that one movie. “ you scoffed. you definitely didn’t have time for any cliches this year.

“ well for one, i know about your little crush on hyunjin and i’m pretty sure he does too. and to add on to that, he has a girlfriend. if you date me, it’s an easy way out. you don’t have to explain anything to him and for me. “ he said a little too smugly for comfort.

“ how does this benefit you then ? “ you asked, just to humor him a little. there was no way in hell you were doing this.

“ goeun basically went crazy when she heard you kissed me. if i can drive her crazy enough, she’ll be on her way back to me in no time. “ jaemin said enthusiastically with a little shrug.

“ that sounds healthy, “ you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

“ come on, don’t be such a sour puss. “

“ i’m not doing it “

“ please ? “

“ no. “

“ please ? “

“ so what, how is it going to work anyway. i’m not exactly excited to be all hugs and kisses with you around other people. “ you joked, raising an eyebrow at him. jaemin quickly dug through his bag before pulling out a black notebook that had white doodles and a messy ‘ jaemin ‘ written on the cover.

“ then we write a contract. “ he stated like it was obvious. you let out a small laugh only to realize he was serious as he started scribbling on the paper with a blue pen. “ number one, we can never tell anyone about this. “

“ no shit, genius. “

“ i’m gonna ignore that. number two, we have to have lunch together everyday. “ he said out loud, your first instinct was to disagree. you knew who he had lunch with. jaemin and his stupid gang of friends. you knew lee jeno because he used to live in the same neighbourhood but the rest you had only heard of. they all seemed to have nothing much in common yet they were all still a close band of friends. atleast that’s what it seemed like from an outside.

“ then you have to drive my sister and i to single every single day. “ you countered only to earn a satisfied smile from jaemin. ‘ am i really agreeing to do this ? ‘

“ deal. “ he said with a big grin on his face. “ oh and, you have to got parties with me. “ he added, quickly writing more words down into his notebook. jaemin’s handwriting was . . . alright. there was a reason no one ever asked him for notes. aside from the fact that he never really payed attention in class. though, you couldn’t really say anything, you were the exact same.

“ you have to help me with my sister’s bake sales. “ you said, grabbing the notebook and pen from his hand before jotting down your addition.

“ okay, we’re getting distracted. put down, number five, we have to kiss in public atleast twice a week. “ jaemin said, leaning over the table to peak at the notebook.

“ what ? no, we are not doing that. “ you protested as you shook your head in disagreement. kissing na jaemin once was enough.

“ then how will people believe we’re dating ? goeun isn’t exactly going to be jealous if we just look like a pair of friends. “

“ well, “ you paused, racking your brain for an alternative. “ you can . . post pictures of us doing stuff. “

“ woah, maybe a little inappropriate. “ he replied, with wide eyes only to earn a smack on the head with his notebook.

“ not like that idiot ! i mean like, us out together or something. maybe throw in a cheesy caption or something. “ you said, your arms crossed yet again.

“ okay, chillax. i was just kidding. “ jaemin laughed, making you smile ever so slightly. “ is that a smile ms. go ? “  he teased, poking your cheek.

“ fuck off. so how long are we doing this ? “ you questioned, your head cocked to the side.

“ as long as we need. “ the brown eyed boy said simply before taking the notebook back before putting two black lines labeled with your names at the bottom of the page. “ sign it. “

“ seriously ? come on, it’s just a piece of paper- “

“ come on, just do it. “ he whined, waving the pen, waiting for you to take it. you looked at him in annoyance before pushing your lips together and signing his notebook. “ there. you better be there to pick me up tomorrow, 7:30 sharp. “ you said as you gathered your things to leave.

“ wait, hey ! “ he called out, making you turn back to face him. 

“ are you hungry ? “ 

𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧

･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵

( unedited )

a/n       wow two chapters in one day :oo my finals exams are next week but i’ve only got three days of class this week so if i have any spare time, i’ll try to update as much as i can since i always disappear after an update FSIUEFHIEUH but i hope you guys are enjoying elysian <33 i’ve got a lot of more social media fics and some written ideas for the future so i hope to have those up in the future !!

taglist        @elysianana​ @httpjaeminna​ @yunhoesss​​ @vinmylife​ @seungminity​ @cupofnctea​ @peachyhan​

[leggomylino]

A Floral Memoir | Yang Jeongin

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ- 

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

Genre: Nostalgic, drama, bittersweet, angst, fluff ending

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x fem!reader

Au: Flower shop au, friends to lovers au

Word Count: ~3.9k

Warning(s): None! c:

A/N: This was supposed to just be a blurb/timestamp but I’ve been heavily influenced by fictional prose from my Fiction 101 class so...this happened. :D | Masterlist linked down below and in bio!!! <3 | For Nana, who loves Yang Jeongin; and, for all the wonderful writers of @skzwriternet​. Thank you all for being so supportive and kind. God bless. 🎔

Tag List: @hanniiesuckle17​ @distrikt9​ @hanstagrams​ @hyunsunq​ @smolboiseavey​ @jisungsjheekies​ @iluvlix​ @moonlit-han​ @stay-nctzen​ @yangomangos​ @stayndays​ @cotccotc​ @skzctnightnight​ @multi-stan-present​ @dreamy-dreamies​ @yunhoesss​ (If you’d like to be added, please let me know! Comment, ask, or DM me!!! ^^)

ღ Stray Kids M.List | M.List ღ

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

There’s this flower shop down the road from your house that you’re used to going to. It’s one of those hole-in-the-wall places, the kind that never stand out unless you’re actively looking for them. The brick’s chipped, covered in vines, and the sign out front is hanging by a stem, the slanted posture threatening to drop dead over the next teenager that pursues vandalism; still, to you it’s never unrecognizable, no matter how many years of wear-and-tear or lost du jour go by. To you, it’s the most beautiful place in the world: not for what is shown on the outside, but for what lies there within. What it stands for, represents.

This is the local flower shop of 129 Poppy Close Lane. And it is the place you grew up in, blooming alongside Yang Jeongin.

Jeongin had been your best friend growing up. The two of you did almost everything together: ride bikes, watch movies, play in the park. Feed the ducks, hop around like frogs, climb trees. Hide in your mother’s laundry basket in order to jump out and scare the daylights out of her-- which only backfired once when she nearly had a heart attack-- to which you vowed never to do ever again. Instead, the two of you set your sights on the neighbor’s son, a boy of roughly similar age named Kim Seungmin. But that always seemed to backfire as well. Kim Seungmin was simply too smart.

The day Innie’s parents-- that was your nickname for him, sometimes I.N.-- the day his parents announced they’d be buying out a crumbling furniture store, the two of you had been so excited. Think of all the beds you could jump on! All the sofas to tackle! The pillow fights! The two of you could make the largest blanket fort in the history of blanket fortresses!!! 

...Instead, those dreams were crushed like petals pressed between pages. You weren’t getting a mattress playground; they were opening a flower store.

A flower store? But aren’t flowers free? Don’t they grow outside? The two of you prodded and pestered Jeongin’s parents until they ran out of answers to give, and instead only replied with “you’ll see” and “just wait.” But if there was one thing the two of you hated doing, it was waiting. Why did you have to? Wait for what?

...Time flies when you eventually forget about the thing it is you have to wait around for, too occupied curling toes beneath blankets by a roaring fire or towering blocks into Lego houses. After a few days of lazing around with Jeongin at your house and a short afternoon bike ride through the park, at last the shop of flowers was revealed to you. And it...was…

...Okay. Colorful, vibrant, definitely eye-catching, at least back in those just-starting-out days. But you still didn’t get it at the tender age of ten. Of course you’d heard of flower stores before, but the point escaped you. Couldn’t you just grow your own for free? Couldn’t you just ride to the park and take some from the woods? Why would you sell something you could obtain for free? Who would waste their allowance on that?

Jeongin was different. You remember looking over at him, standing to your right, and seeing his face alive and bursting with more color than the shopfront. The way his eyes sparkled as he took it all in, the pride that seemed to blossom in his smile and the way he carried himself. Straight, tall, and happy, just like the sunflowers waving outside the window. It was off-putting to say the least, but you felt gratified just watching him elate and gush his excitement. So you upheld that same excitement, too.

Years went by of the two of you hanging out in that place; Little Fox Flowers, it was called. Appropriately named for the son of the two owners who spent their days happily snipping away sadness and making the lives of all its customers just a bit brighter. A place where all the local college-bound kids would apply for part-time jobs in order to live out their novel fantasies, hoping for a quiet place to smell the roses after a long day of notetaking and hide behind the hollyhock to study.

They were always kindly denied. After all, the shop was a family business: just Mr. and Mrs. Yang, Jeongin, and you, who had been considered the daughter they never had since you were six. And, eventually, Kim Seungmin, who won everyone over with cake and the “look-at-how-responsible-I-am” presentation. He was responsible, no one could deny: the way he’d always turn you and Jeongin in before you could commence danger-inducing experiments.

And then, at fourteen, it was the three of you. You got paid, of course-- just scarcely minimum wage, but that was alright, because Mr. and Mrs. Yang always bought you lunch or dinner every other Friday. And the mean apple pie and best empanadas baked by the kind elderly couple who worked just across the street was to die for. (A side note: you’d find out two years later this was the place Kim Seungmin got his cake recipe from in exchange for helping fix a leaky faucet. The devious scoundrel.) The three of you worked and worked and studied and worked, spending perhaps too much time learning the wildest things about each other, things you were surprised you never knew of Jeongin, things you’d never guess about Kim Seungmin (you didn’t refer to him as just Seungmin until you were sixteen).

Jeongin was a fan of rock music. Kim Seungmin enjoyed more than a good book and ratting out his neighbors. Jeongin actually studied flowers in his free time, more than just what he learned passively working in a floral shop. Kim Seungmin was actually a prankster himself.

They learned things about you as well: how you preferred sunrises to sunsets, how you collected music boxes, how you kept a diary the two of them would never get to read, and now that they knew about it, were no longer or henceforth ever allowed in your room. This brought joy and laughter the color of fresh-sprung poppies to their faces...and a curious tint of rosehip to the cheeks of Yang Jeongin.

You distinctly remember the way he stared at you, two seconds too long before he looked away, to the flower arrangement before him, a smile never leaving his face. Spooked, you buried yourself back behind the front desk, occasionally peeking at his reflection through the storefront window.

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

At seventeen you’re all sweating bullets over SATs and TCIs and ACTs and every other stress-fueled test that exists in the better education realm. The three of you are taking turns quizzing each other and flicking foreheads or slapping wrists after getting an answer wrong. When the owners announce they’re heading home to finish up errands and get dinner started, you take turns in the final few store hours managing the front desk: two cramming backstage, one holding the reins out front. It’s in solitude that Seungmin tells you he’s decided to go to Harvard University, and possibly Yale if he finishes with a 4.1 GPA. At this you want to smack him, but at the same time, tell him not to go. It wouldn’t break your heart to see him go, but what’s wrong with your local university? Or a university just an hour out of town?

He tells you it’s something he’s always wanted, and heartily decided, so you take his hand in yours and wish him the best. It’s not a problem; Harvard and Yale aren’t too far away. 

The real problem arises when they switch, and with Seungmin running the front desk and helping late-blooming customers, it’s Jeongin who tells you he won’t be going to college at all. “I’ve decided to travel,” he says. “I want to explore new cultures. I want to hear other kinds of music. I want to see other types of flowers.”

At this, you deadpan. Blink a few times, just to make sure that registered. “You...want to leave the country?”

“It’ll sort of be like studying abroad-- hey, maybe that’s what I’ll do. Study abroad. I’ll be able to see lots of things that way. There’s a program that can accept me right away if I apply before midnight.”

“Jeongin…”

You frown. You can’t help it. Jeongin? Leaving you behind? You aren’t about to lose both of your best friends; especially not Jeongin, who to you was Innie, I.N., the boy with the messy black hair and slightly bad attitude, and many other things. 

His stare says everything for him, his smile drooping like perennial flowers. “You don’t like the idea.”

It’s not a question; it’s a statement. “That’s not true. I didn’t say that.”

“You don’t have to.”

He gets up, leaving the room. There’s an odd sense of finality as he exits.

“...I’m gonna see if Seungmin needs any help.”

“......”

You wince a little, even today, recalling the way he soft-slammed the back door. It was the last time you saw him, for the span of three long years.

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

It goes by too fast. Before you know it, you’ve reached the big two-O. Twenty is that odd age where you’re not sure about anything. Are you an adult? Are you still a kid? What age group do you fit into? What are you even doing with your life?

You’d chosen to major in botanical science. The flowers of the shop had ended up placing their roots into you. And being the sentimental gal that you were, you could never find yourself tearing away from your roots-- it was how flowers wilted and died. 

So when Yang Jeongin reappeared on the shop porch one morning, looking fresh as a daisy, you could hardly believe your eyes. He must have been put in one heck of a vase of Miracle Grow and holy water to have survived away from the garden for so long. At first, you’re ecstatic to see him-- at first. But then you remember what he did to you: the way he just walked out of the breakroom, clocking out without you noticing, not answering your texts, ignoring your calls, only to find out the next day he’s insanely hopped onto the morning train and booked a flight for Beijing. Part of a study program, his parents said. Very last minute, they explained. We’re so sorry, they lamented.

The only means of contact you’d received were a cloying box of exotic chocolates and a note from Jeongin that first year, along with a music box you couldn’t bring yourself to ever listen to. It ended up thrown into your closet, shadowed in a great tub with all the other ones. The note said something along the lines of an apology and explained he’d lost his phone during a boat ride that first week, and the strict program he was enrolled in didn’t allow him to contact friends; only immediate family. He’d had to lie to his advisors and tell them you were his adopted sister, which you suppose wouldn’t have been a lie once upon a time. After that, you’d only get an awkward “Jeongin says hello,” from his parents, who felt just as uncomfortable about the estranged situation. They’d assure you he was doing well and just going through a phase. He was angry. He acted irrationally, just the one time. They knew how important this was to him. He’d come back around, he really cared for you, after all.

Seeing him now made your head spin. You had to grip the cash register nailed into the hardwood so you wouldn’t fall over. “You’re...You’re back. You’re here. In the shop.”

He dropped his bags near the front door as if the place was his second home. Just like it always had been. “I’m back. Here. In the shop,” he repeated, an urgent longing in his actions.

The smile he wore never left his face as he rushed over to you...then paused, fearfully, his hands frozen in an awkward state of half-reaching and half-retreating. 

“Y/n…” He sighed, his breath a multitude of years lost. “...I’m sorry. I have no right to walk in here like nothing happened. You have every right to be angry. Are you angry?”

That was a good question. Were you angry? You should have been. You had every right to be, just like he said. This may have been his family’s store, but it was your second home, too, and you may as well have been a part of the family; you had every right ignore him or tell him to get out, to scream and demand answers, or even to cry and weep like the weeping willow tree out back.

Instead, you felt nothing. And everything. It was too much, so much strange emotion and Twilight Zone madness packed into a single punch that you smiled and simply replied, “I’m fine. How can I help you today?”

It came out sounding like you were the one asking for help. Jeongin seemed to catch wind of this too, distressed eyes staring into yours as if seeking a hidden entrance through the new roadblock to your mind. For the longest time, the two of you didn’t say anything.

Things got really awkward when Seungmin showed up on one of his monthly visits-- he ended up going to Harvard, but he still visited you every month and bothered to keep in touch-- and sensing the tension after a surprised gasp of excitement, uncomfortably shuffled to the back of the room with the excuse he’d get to work on the shop’s monthly revenue, assisting with the finances as part of his accountant training (a side gig to his major in criminal law). What resulted with the silent clicking of the door was the clicking of your own. 

You clocked out, texting Seungmin the location of the shop’s spare key and asking him to do you this one favor. Then to meet you downtown for a slice. As you swung onto the Vespa your parents had given you on your nineteen birthday, you observed Jeongin, in the shop’s reflection, through the rearview mirror, as he stood there, absorbing and deploring his loss.

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

It’s now midday, a few months later, and you haven’t seen or spoken to Yang Jeongin since. Even if he did live down the street, in your mind he’d been cast from the garden, turned into fertilizing soil. He hadn’t tried to contact you since, and neither had you found yourself hovering over the call option, only to toss the phone away with an agitated moan. You didn’t know how to overcome the foreign distance between you two, or at least you hadn’t...until today.

Today, well, you still didn’t really know how to go about it. But despite your temporary closure to any and all things Yang Jeongin, you did a lot of thinking about that day, when he’d just shown up out of nowhere, sprouting like the happiest weed on the planet, fearfully trying to patch things up. It wasn’t forced or out of pity or selfish guilt. It was as true as the blue roses you’ve had to convince more than a few customers were not spray-painted or artificially made. Jeongin had made a big, unlike-Jeongin mistake, one lasting far too long, but it was still the first (and last; you’d be sure of that). There had to be more to the story than what appeared above the ground. 

You should never judge a rose for its petals, Mrs. Yang once told you. It may still be blooming.  

You’re parking your bike in its usual place in front of the store, locking it to the bike rack Mr. Yang had installed-- your Vespa got destroyed while letting Seungmin take it for a joyride-- and you push open the familiar glass door, the sweet chime of the old silver bell singing overhead. Jeongin looks up at you from around a middle-aged man at the register, his voice falling an octave late.

“Welcome i-- ...n.”

It’s that same awkward tension all over again, but you try to smile through it, for friendship’s sake. After holding open the door for the parting customer, you make sure the door is locked before nervously wringing your hands halfway to the counter.

Jeongin takes your actions in alarm, bracing himself against the register as you had just a few months prior. Funny how times change. “...What’s going on? What are you gonna do?”

...As if you were going to rob or beat him. You’d thought about doing so with one of the giant sunflowers, three month before, but would never risk harm to the flower. “I…” A sigh. “...Can we talk?”

There’s an arrangement waiting for pickup or delivery sitting at the edge of the counter. Jeongin stares intently at the wooden space before casting his gaze to the flowers. He lifts them, crossing the bouquet over his face to the other side. You’re not entirely sure what he’s doing until he hands the bundle to you. “I can’t leave the shop right now...could you make this delivery for me? The address is on the tag.”

“......” You accept the bouquet awkwardly. “...Uh, yeah, sure.”

“I’ll clock you in, so you get paid.”

“No...don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.”

He nods, slowly, just barely managing an unstable means of eye contact. “...Thanks.”

And so you walk out of the store, unlocking the door and hopping onto the shop’s delivery vehicle. It’s more a less like a Vespa, just older and a bit outdated. Securing the flowers in the protective shell container (a basket with a clear, wind-resistant lid), you snapped on the helmet and started the engine, making a hard right into the street. 

It occurs to you as you're driving that you didn’t bother to look at the address in your haste to escape an uncomfortable situation gone wrong. So much for talking things out and tackling your problems head-on. That really worked out well. You squint beneath the afternoon glare reflecting off the lid, but the address is written so tiny and messily you have to pull over and open the basket in order to get a better look.

279 Blueberry Street.

You just about dropped those flowers, gripping them a bit too tight so that a few stray thorns poked your fingers. 279 Blueberry Street was...well. 

It was Jeongin’s address.

...You had no idea what was going on, but intuition told you it was something fishy, something planned and arranged just as carefully as this cliché arrangement of red roses and baby’s breath. Typical and predictable, just like the old Yang Jeongin.

You’d bite. You drove the scooter across town and into your neighborhood, parking in the drive behind Mr. Yang’s Nissan. You remember taking many car trips around town and into neighboring cities in the backseat, Jeongin at your side, dropping fries and Cheerios and frozen yogurt all over the protective mats and onto each other. With a frustrated huff, you scurry to the front porch.

Maybe this is a crazy coincidence. Maybe Mr. Yang ordered flowers for his wife. Maybe Mrs. Yang got flowers for her husband. Maybe they both ordered them for Jeongin, as part of a gift to commemorate something you were once, for the first time in your life, unaware of. Or maybe you’d read the address wrong. Maybe it was Bluebell Street or Bellberry Street or something entirely different, and you were delusionally tripping because, hah, what else had been new over the course of the past few months...few years. Maybe...maybe--

A warm light envelops you as the door swings open, and you’re instantly hit with the nostalgic scent of fresh lavender and spring-time strawberries. The candles that Mrs. Yang loves to buy.

Jeongin’s eyes are strained, but there’s a new warmth about them that feels familiar. Like a withered blossom sprouting back to life. He’s no longer dressed in his work apron and usual uniform; instead he’s freshly showered, wearing Church clothes, his dark hair still wet and tangled to a messy frame around his face. There’s a comb stuck to the back of his head, and following your stare he removes it with a sheepish chuckle, tossing it somewhere towards the living room and attempting to tame wild curls in a more presentable manner. He smiles, tenderly.

“You made it...I was worried you’d think it was a mean joke.”

“Well…” You consider. “I almost did. But there are infinite possibilities out there, right?”

His smile blooms. Taking the smallest rose, he checks it for thorns before tucking it behind your ear. “Yeah,” he says, “There definitely are. Come in, please...there’s a lot of things I need to apologize for. Starting with the whole disappearing for three years and...yeah.”

You supplement his cringe with a frown, then thinking about the ridiculous letter, imagine him beneath flickering candlelight, frantically scrawling down a horrifically worded letter in secrecy. You think about him in Barcelona nervously pacing between bustling touristy streets and getting lost or ripped off and wanting to scream at the stupidity of his actions and lack of Spanish. You imagine him in a woodshop in Berlin, flipping through a dictionary and pointing to words he can’t begin to pronounce and the amount of frustration cooked up from having to go through five woodsmiths until he found one that spoke just a bit of a broken language he understood, and the funny game of Pictionary that probably followed. 

You laugh, shoving his shoulder on the way in and hurrying into the kitchen for a vase. After placing the display on the counter, you grab his collar, kissing his cheek. 

His face burns the shade of chrysanthemums, wide eyes wondering what it was he did to deserve such a reaction. To you, he had more or less abandoned you, after all.

But you know better. You’ve known Yang Jeongin since you were five years old; when he knocked over a bottle of glue onto your summer dress after trying to hand you the paper flower he’d made. When things seem bad, they’re never personally intended. They’re never what they really seem. And you should have remembered that, too.

He spins you around now, and the two of you laugh, laughter echoing down the cream-colored halls all the way to the back garden. Back to a simpler time; a time when the two of you were just kids, pushing each other on the big oak swing and tackling each other in mud, smiling amongst the flowers.

There’s this flower shop down the road from your house that you’re used to going to. It’s one of those hole-in-the-wall places, the kind that never stand out unless you’re actively looking for them. The brick’s chipped, it’s covered in vines, and the sign out front is hanging by a stem. 

It’s the place where you and Yang Jeongin reside, never again apart, for the rest of your days. ✿

ღ Stray Kids M.List | M.List ღ

[hongism]

Nah its okay bruh, you haven't offended me, bully me as much as you want, I can deal with the "how was your day?" conversations, THEYRE JUST SO AWKWARD😭

and im a smol baby, I'm exactly 5'0😔

HJHJSDFHJK i aint gonna bully you, i’d feel too bad ✋😔 i’ll just tease you until you get tired of me hehe 😚 yOU ARE A SMOL BABY!!! it’s okay i’m not much taller than you, i’m a wee 5′1 🥺

[stayndays]

can i be added to the tag list for killer king??

of course!! thank you so much ^^

[urirealvibekiller]

I GOT A JOKE FOR YOU:

why did the chicken cross the road??

omg i love this why why !! 

[twancingyunhao]

Post/list 9 of your biases and let your moots determine whether or not you have a type?

(You can tag them to..)

I've see this somewhere on Tumblr

Yunho

Hongjoong

Seongkwan

HongKi

Jinho

Yoongi

Jungkook

Kihyun

Taeyong

@atinywrites @joongsdazzledshoes @atiny-ahgase @blueish-sun @yunhoesss @ateez-angel @atinykidult @serendipityfelix @summerside-effects @footballgotmeoncrack and anybody else who wants to do this 👉👈

[cotccotc]

𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ✧･ﾟ:* 

i hit 300 followers yesterday!! ahhh this is so WEIRD. i’m about to get real sappy under the cut so BEWARE >>>

you were warned………….

this is so WACK okokok so first things FIRST thank u to all my lil bbs for following n supporting me! it’s been a wild few months but i’m super stoked to be able to hang out on here and share my obsessions w y’all! i have a few people i’d especially like to thank for helping me out to get to 300 n making me feel especially comfy on ~le tumble app~ hehe:

in no particular order… *deep breath*

☆ OKOK first n foremost i would like to thank @childofthecosmos and @childofcalliope for being some of the most incredible and amazing and wonderful and talented and supportive and generally ViBeY irl bffs i could ask for uwu <33333

☆ i’d also like to thank the marvelous @dnceracha for the encouragement to start writing/posting fics! i probably never would’ve started if it wasn’t for your message. thank u. :)))

☆ big shoutout to my WIFS @feel199x and @kailaui for being so extremely open and kind toward me!! you guys make me feel so loved n smol and i just- [sigh] we have such an odd yet comforting bond that i hope lasts forever n ever. mwah.

☆ another shoutout to my wifE @soobindipity i love u my dipshit wifey who i am so grateful to have met after stalking ur blog for such a long time!! (if u don’t already follow eri,, smth must be wrong w your eyeS)

☆ A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO THE AMAZING SWEET BBS WHO HELPED ME REACH 300!! thank you so so so much to @poeticallyspaghetti, @crscendoforsung, @stayndays, @skzctnightnight, @hanniiesuckle17, and @ruellelix for the shoutouts :’)) i look up to all of y’all as writers n friends and i was so overwhelmed by all the love last night/today my GOODNESS. y’all b da bestest <33

☆ last but CERTAINLY not least, big smooches to all da bbs who congratulated me today thru the good ol’ inbox!! as of rn it’s @lixifer, @juley-wooley, @leeknows-selfies, @yunhoesss, & @nafnifnice! woo wooo i love y’all n thank u for celebrating w me :))

i’m so fkn grateful for all the love n support i receive on here :’) here’s to more sub-par blurbs and excessive reblogs to clog ur tl woo wooooo <3