thesilentgirlfromyourclass

[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

[16:12]

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x gn!Reader

Word count: 297

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

AN: Hope you have a good time in life, remember to smile, because you are gorgeous ❤️

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Y/N spread the checkered blanket on the grassy bank of the Han River, the soft breeze carrying the scent of cherry blossoms. Jeongin unpacked the picnic basket, revealing an assortment of their favorite snacks. As they savored the food, laughter filled the air, blending with the rhythmic flow of the river.

They reminisced about the first time they met, the awkward but endearing moments that marked the beginning of their journey. Y/N smiled, tracing patterns on the blanket with their fingers, "Remember that time we got lost exploring Insadong?"

Jeongin chuckled, "How could I forget? It turned into an adventure. We discovered hidden gems and laughed until our stomachs hurt." They exchanged a knowing glance, grateful for the unpredictable twists that strengthened their bond.

The sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow over the river. Y/N gazed at the water, lost in thought. "Three years feels like a lifetime, yet it went by in a blink," they mused.

Jeongin nodded, "Time flies when you're with the right person. Every moment with you feels like a chapter of a beautiful story."

As the day unfolded, they shared dreams, fears, and aspirations. The sky transitioned through hues of pink and orange, mirroring the kaleidoscope of emotions they experienced together. Y/N leaned against Jeongin, their fingers entwined, watching the city lights flicker to life.

A gentle breeze carried their whispered promises, echoing the unspoken commitment they held for the future. With a soft smile, Y/N said, "I'm grateful for every sunrise and sunset we've witnessed together."

Jeongin placed a tender kiss on Y/N's forehead, "Me too. Let's keep making memories, one picnic at a time."

As the stars emerged, painting the night sky, the couple lingered by the riverbank. Hand in hand, they embraced the timeless beauty of their love, a story written in the heartbeats and shared glances that spoke volumes without words.

[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

Lilacs (or you being Hyunjin's model) - H. Hyunjin x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 678 words

Warnings: none

Summary: You being Hyunjin's muse for his new piece of art 💕

AN: I had a huge inspiration in the middle of the night yesterday, so I hope you like it ❤️

"Do you want me to stand like this? Or, maybe like this?" you asked your boyfriend for his opinion as the artist.

You were currently in Hyunjin's little art studio after he proposed that you would be the muse of his new painting. You immediately agreed and that is how you ended in front of him surrounded by lilacs that filled the room with the pleasant aroma of spring and a new beginning. Actually, Hyunjin didn't choose lilacs by accident. He informs you that they are a symbol of the first love, the one that always leaves its mark on the two lovers. That is what you were to each other - you met in high school and you have faced the thrills and trials of love as yet inexperienced, but there you were 5 years later - still in love like the first year.

Hyunjin looked one last time to check if the set up was fine before giving you last instructions.

"Put your elbow at the top of the table and put your chin on it. Yeah, exactly. That's it! Perfect!"

He gave you thumbs up. You blushed a little. Even though you have been together for 5 years straight, Hyunjin still knew ways to make you blush. One of them - painting or drawing you. Either you would sleep and he would draw you without your knowledge or you would be doing something else. That was his way of showing you that he cares and adores you.

"And I have to stay like this for hours?" you joked with him.

"Well, you agreed. Plus, it's not my fault that you are so beautiful. Actually, the lilacs are complimenting your whole existence, y'know?"

"Thank you, art boy." you answered.

"Not even one I love you, too or something? Even after I made you my model?" he asked with offended expression and a hand over his heart. "I think my heart can't take it."

You giggled while trying to hold your pose.

"Oh, c'mon, baby, you know I love you more than anything."

"Only that?" Hyunjin's face was now contorted as if in pain which made you laugh more.

"Are you gonna paint me or not? Because I am getting a bit tired." you fake yawned.

Hyunjin gave you one last smile before making the first stroke at the blank canvas in front of him reminding him of the first steps you took until you both built the bond you have now.

As the brush danced across the canvas, Hyunjin's focused gaze shifted between you and the emerging artwork. The lilacs began to take shape, each stroke echoing the five years of shared memories and the unspoken promises between you two.

"You make it look so easy," you remarked, breaking the silence in the studio.

He chuckled, "Well, it helps when you have the most inspiring muse."

The room was filled not only with the scent of lilacs but also with the warmth of shared history. Hyunjin continued to paint, occasionally stealing glances at you, capturing not just your physical form but the essence of your connection.

As the painting progressed, so did the conversation. You reminisced about the first time you met, the challenges you faced, and the simple joys that strengthened your bond. The lilacs became more than symbols; they became witnesses to your journey.

As the final touches were added, Hyunjin stepped back to admire his creation. The painting depicted more than just a scene—it told a story of love, growth, and the beauty found in shared moments.

"I think it's done," he said, looking at you with a satisfied smile.

You approached the canvas, eyes tracing the lines that mirrored your intertwined lives. "It's perfect," you whispered, feeling a surge of gratitude for the artist who turned your love into a timeless piece of art.

The painting found its place in your home, a testament to the enduring love that started in high school and continued to flourish in the small art studio filled with lilacs and sunlight.

[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

Wrong timeline - K. Seungmin x gn!reader

"Hello, my love!... Oops, wrong timeline."

Genre: fluff, fantasy

Words: 382

Warnings: none

AN: I saw this cute idea on Instagram so I had to write something small! Feedbacks and reblogs are welcome 💕

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"Ugh, I can't find anything." you ran your hands through your hair out of frustration. You've sat at the library for 3 hours straight trying to gather enough information for the homework your professor gave you yesterday, but things weren't working your way.

Choosing history major was an easy decision, but actually studying it you found out that it is way more complicated than you initially thought. Now you have a week to prepare research papers that covered the development of Ancient Egypt, yet there was so much information that left you confused.

"My mother didn't give birth to a loser." you said in your head and decided to look for another book about the Egyptian people living in that period of time.

You were walking and looking through the shelves with hundreds book on them. When a book caught your eye, you flipped through it and took in the smell of paper as if it were oxygen. Then you reminded yourself that the reason why you stuck with history at the uni was your love of reading and searching.

Opposite of you, there was a boy, who happily hummed a melody and looked through the books like he was searching for an interesting piece. He was handsome for sure and looked very smart. However, his attention was attracted by you and suddenly you felt somebody hugging you tight.

"My love! Hello!" he said.

You jumped, slightly terrified, because who would go to a stranger and call them "love"? Maybe he is mistaken. You tried to free yourself from his gentle grip and leave as kindly as you can.

"Uhm, excuse me, but I think you mistook me for someone else." you said. He then released you and looked at you dumbfounded.

"Y/N, love, have you hit your head? I'm your Seungmin!"

Then it was again your turn to look surprised. He knew your name? Who is he? A psycho admirer? Your heartbeat was faster than the light and you tried your best to keep your composure while looking for somebody to save yourself.

"Are you crazy?! I have no idea who you are and what you want from me, but I kindly ask you to leave me alone!" you argued with him.

He then looked at his watch on his left hand and clapped his hands.

"Oh, right. I am so sorry. Apparently, it is the wrong timeline! See you soon, my love!" he then clicked with his fingers and the memory of that encounter disappeared just like him. You felt like you woke up from a dream, standing there looking at nowhere. Then you heard the steps of the librarian lady that came to let you know she is closing in 15 minutes.

"Oh, sorry, Miss! I lost track of time. University project, you know."

She smiled at you.

"Don't worry, dear. Now you deserve some rest!"

One month later

"Hello! Are you gonna take the book?" you heard a voice speaking at you. You looked up to see a handsome man, maybe a year or two older, asking about the book you were holding.

"I don't think it will work for me. You can take it if you want." you handed it to the boy.

"You are interested in mitology?" he asked.

"Actually, yes. I like reading about the traditions and beliefs of different cultures. It is wonderful how there are so many legends out there, but they all carry the same message!"

He smiled.

"We share the same opinion! I am Seungmin, by the way! I just moved here to study literature at the local university! Nice to meet you!" he offered a handshake.

"Y/N, a history major at the same uni! Nice to meet you too! We will see each other around." you accepted his handshake and smiled.

"It will be a pleasure!" he smiled.

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[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

[22:48]

Pairing: B.Chan x fem!reader

Words count: 348

Warnings: none, I guess. If there's any let me know.

AN: If you know any good jazz song please recommend it to me 😩 Also, reblogs and comments are welcome. Smile, everyone 💕

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There's nothin' you can know that isn't known

Nothin' you can see that isn't shown

There's nowhere you can be that isn't where

you're meant to be

Chan found himself mesmerised by the singer's clear honey-like voice accompanied by elegant moves of the slender and soft hands that were currently hidden in a pair of long almost transparent gloves that shined under the bar's lights. And it wasn't only for her voice that made him come back almost every night when he was done doing business. He was intensively following her dark siren eyes, hoping that their gazes meet. It was her velvety and thick hair that was styled every night to match her dresses. It was her sharp mind and her attitude, never letting anybody disrespects her, not even her boss. Yes, he had encountered their talks accidentally before.

Tonight she has chosen a long black dress with sparkles that perfectly hugged her well built figure on all of the right places. Her hair was down and her curls covered her shoulders. She never wore too much make up and tonight wasn't an exception. Everything was perfect to the smallest detail.

Chan had gotten to his feet further away from the crowd, slumped against the wall. She caught up his intentions long time ago. Seemed like that's what Chan wanted too. Because of this, sometimes her dresses were more provocative than usual. They never showed more than was necessary. The most curious thing always remained hidden, not only in her appearance, but also in her words. This was what made Chan crazy about her. He never missed her performance, always seeking her gaze, sometimes even allowing himself to buy her a drink. They both liked this game.

Were they in love with each other? Both were too intoxicated by the other's presence to ask themselves that question. For now, it was enough for them to stalk each other like predator and prey, talking in hints until finally the inevitable was reached.

All you need is love

All you need is love

All you need is love, love

[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

Lmao, last night I left open my window because it was hot and today I woke up to some random dudes (workmen) assembling a scaffold and looking through my window 👁️👄👁️

The fact that I am sleeping in a crop top and panties didn't make the situation any less awkward than it was 😭😭😭

[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

small round squishy jeongin. he ADORES cuddles ☹️ all he wants is cuddles. and he will be wailing and crying if you cant give it to him bc hes on tour or something. his channie hyung will have to console the poor bread 😣😣 and when he gets back from tour hes so so happy because hes missed your cuddles so much. i need to go touch some grass lmao

Like imagine Stray kids have been on a 7-month tour and when Jeongin finally gets home he can't let go of you. 😩

The months seemed longer since the only things that was keeping you in touch were your sell phones, but they don't offer real time hugs. 🥲

And no matter if you are as clingy as Innie or more tsundere like our Minnies, just looking at Jeongin's cute pout and his puppy eyes is enough to make you melt on the spot 💕

[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

listening to tory lanez is kinda crazy especially after what just happened

I don't follow any news sites so I have absolutely no idea what has happened 😅

[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

lee know is so cat coded like. he LOVES getting his tummy rubbed and his hair pet and just flops on you to sleep whenever he feels like it. will definitely try to sneak under the covers and cuddle after a fight because he really can't sleep without you 😣 and if you dont give him attention because youre busy or something he'll start whining about how he's going to die without cuddles

You're so right! I can see him coming home after long day of practice and sees that you are still up (because you too can't sleep without feeling his warmth and presence) and first thing he does is flop onto you.

"Minho, at least take a shower!" you try to sound serious, but in reality you don't mind it. You just need his cuddles as much as he needs yours 😩

[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

❣︎ The last time ❣︎

Pairing: Lee Minho x gn!reader

Words count: 232

Genre: suggestive, angst if you squint

Warnings: swearing, pet names (sweet thing), Minho is described as arrogant

Autor's note: I was listening to The color violet by Tory Lanez while writing this and it was such a vibe 🥲

This is just my imagination and does not portrait Stray kids members' personalities in any way!

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Usually you would tell yourself that you are smart enough to handle any situation, but right now the only word on your mind was "Stupid".

You weren't supposed to be at that party, less than that you thought you would end up all over your ex you so badly wanted to kick out of your life forever.

"You are so tensed. Don't like my attention?" Minho and that attitude of him. He had long taken you back to his car and the backseat wasn't the most comfortable place to find yourself under him, but it was enough to satisfy your desire. Or maybe if he did something more than kissing you...

"I hate you!" you tried to sound angry, but then he kissed that particular spot on your neck and you saw it clear. You couldn't escape from him. Even if you wanted. Yes, he was arrogant, self-centered and selfish, which made you end things with him, but he was the only one to make you feel that type of way. And right at that moment you were no different from him.

"Just admit it that you want me and I am all yours, sweet thing." he smirked again against your skin and you couldn't handle it anymore.

"Fuck, Min, I w-want you." you would regret it after you both are done, but that would be the last time. Or would it?

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[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

watching dramas and being in tumblr is like ;

checking the tag before you've properly started watching it

spoil something for yourself and trying to forget; attempts being futile

still being in the tags whilst watching the drama but carefully trying to avoid spoilers

finishing the drama and reblogging any and all content there is in the tags

[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

Oh MY GOSH I randomly saw that my post "Naive kisses" got 100 notes and I want to say thank you for this 🤧 It made my day literally 💕

[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

"I know, love..."

Member: Seo Changbin x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, comfort

TW: eating disorder, read at your own risk

A/N - Every fic that I find about eating issues is always reader not eating enough and/or starving themselves, but we don't talk enough about binge eating, that could be as dangerous as anorexia or bulimia. I know very well the struggle with overeating and I hope others, facing the same problem can find comfort in this imagine <3

"C'mon, I know you want it. One more ain't gonna hurt you. Come closer, darling. Just one more step."

No, Y/N, remember what you promised yourself. Do not look over here! Grab your water and go to your room. That's what you came for, isn't it? You were thirsty, not hungry. But... I really love this chocolate. I can take one little piece of it, then put it in the cupboard and my brain will forget later about the chocolate. Yes, that's right!

You were stupid to think like that earlier. Half chocolate bar and three cookies later you found yourself sitting in your bed, feeling so full, sick and disgusted. With one hand you rubbed over your tummy that hurted a lot and with the other you were drying the hot and salty tears that wet your cheeks and your lips. You saw your reflection on the black TV screen, let's say the view wasn't the best

"I look so pathetic right now."

It's something you got used to doing, yet you hated all these sugar cravings, your mind telling you are still hungry before you had the chance to finish your meal, binge eating every single day and so on. You hated yourself for being weak, lacking courage to change, fear guiding your daily life.

Binge eating was something you developed from very young age. It's been with you for all of your life to the point you feel weird when you manage to eat clean and healthy all day which lasted for no more than one day. After day comes night, and with night came the urge to finish the unfinished sweets. Most of the days you stopped trying to overcome it, because it was pointless.

Not until you met Changbin. He was a nice guy, making sure you were comfortable with him and he never made a mocking comment about your disorder. Of course, he was worried, tears clouded his vision each time you had mental breakdown, so he asked to help you. Changbin wanted to know everything about your condition, when did it start, what situations or emotions made you do this to yourself and he suggested to visit a professional. Later he started cooking different tasty and nutritious dishes for both of you, but he didn't forget for the emotional part of the issue. Binnie always made sure to pay attention to you, you both trying new things so that your attention was focused somewhere else, but food. But there were tough days, when things didn't go well, bringing stress to you. On these occasions you always ate whatever you saw, in quantity. That's the case today.

Whatever the reason for your uneasiness was took you three steps back from the progress you had made. Your boyfriend found you in your shared bed fast asleep when he got home after being with Stray kids all day. The digital clock on the bedside showed 5:44 pm and it was unusual for you to be asleep at that time. Then Changbin noticed traces of your dried tears and everything made sense. You had overeaten.

The boy bowed his head so that he could kiss first one cheek, then the other, and finally your lips. You moved a little and opened your eyes. Your eyes met Changbin's "i know what happened" gaze. You opened your arms, and the second your bodies touched, you squeezed Changbin as if your life depended on him. And to some extent it was.

"Binnie... " you whispered. He placed a kiss on your temple. "I know, love. Everything is okay now. Wanna talk?" You nodded your head "yes" and Changbin broke the hug to find better position. Fifteen minutes later both of you were cuddled on your shared bed with Bin telling you about a mess the boys made today at the company's building which erased the stress and your laughter echoed through the room.

[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

Seungmin: When I hear people are getting married I’m always blown away

Seungmin: Like, you like someone? And they like you back? At the same time? And they’ve decided they want to live with you? ‘Till they die?

Seungmin: Wild

[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

Han: when i see a dog i say "hello dog"

Han: when i see a cat i say "hello cat"

Han: when i see a cow i say "hello cow"

Han: when i see a chicken i say "hello chicken"

Han: when i see a human i quickly avoid eye contact and hope they don’t talk to me

[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

The difference between me and some people is that I defend them in front of others and I do not allow these others to affect our relationship while they are ready to replace me for anyone anytime... Fuck, it sucks....

[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

Just friends - H.Jisung

Genre - fluff, angst, Y/N and Ji are best friends

Member: Jisung x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 817

Song playing: Friends - Anne-Marie & Marshmello

You say you love me, I say you crazy

We're nothing more than friends

You're not my lover, more like a brother

I known you since we were like ten, yeah

"Heyy, girl, watcha doing?" Han yelled through the phone. It was 3 in the afternoon, I was taking a sweet sweet nap and my annoying best friend, whom I thought of like my brother, decided to wake me up. "Jisung! I was sleeping! You..." I scolded him and he only laughed. It wouldn't be surprise if one day I push him from the 10th floor of a building. Just kidding, of course. "Are you a grandma?" Han teased me "What do you want?" I said. "Be ready, I'll be there in 10, we are going for ice cream." "Wait, wh-" Before I had the chance to speak, he hung up. "Aish." I said to myself.

Jisung said he would be there after 10 minutes and I looked like a homeless person. I opened my closet and grabbed the first t-shirt and jeans I saw. Jisung and me have known each other since elementary school, we basically grew up together, so it was unnecessary for me to worry about what we would say about the way I looked. After all, he has seen me in worse shape. I brushed my hair, I decided to not put make up on, call it laziness or whatever. Taking my phone and money, I put my shoes and that's when Ji rang the bell and scared the shit out of me.

"Hello." I opened the door "How can you be so gorgeous?" he looked at me in awe. I pushed him gently "Stop staring at me like that. Let's go!" I took his hand and dragged him out of the building. "Y/N, I thought you didn't want ice cream." he mocked me and I rolled my eyes. While we were walking to the park, Jisung didn't stop babbling about this and that. I tried my best to catch up but at some point I gave up. Sometimes I wonder if he is actually 21 and not some 5 years old kid.

We bought our ice-creams, well more like Jisung paid for it. "I should have paid! You did it last time and the time before that!" I tried to protest "Okay, okay, it's on you next time, I promise." "Yeah, of course." I pouted "Cute." he said. I noticed how Jisung looked tense as if something was bothering him. It has been like that for a while. Every time I tried to talk with him he said he was okay. "It's nothing to be worried about, just work." that's what he replied with. As his best friend I didn't believe him and I was getting more and more desperate to find out what's wrong.

We sat down on a bench and it was now or never. I wasn't going to stay like that while the person I trust and love the most was struggling. I took his hand in mine and he jumped a little. "Hey, Ji, please tell me what is it!" "What do you mean?" he was feeling awkward I could feel it. "You don't look fine. These past months you're being distant from me. You're my brother I should know what's happening!" he tsked and looked me in the eyes. "That's the problem, Y/N! You are the most amazing person I know, I love to spend my time with you, I love to see you smile, I love when you act annoyed by my presence, but at the same time you can't live without me, I'm in love with you. And you're saying that I am your brother! Don't you love me too?" he let his soul out and I could see the tears in his eyes. It was hard for me to process what happened seconds ago. I admit, I never expected him to be in love with me, but at the same time it was quite obvious, it was your mind that refused to accept it.

"Jisung, look, I love you too, but-" he didn't let you finish and said it himself instead "I am only your brother." I saw him smiling, but not the joyful and childlish smile, that was like his signature. Instead there was one that showed how hurt and dissapointed he was and my heart ached because I couldn't do anything about it. "Jisung, I-" before I could say anything he got up from his seat "I know Y/N. I get it. You want to be just friends. I just need time to clean my mind up. Don't blame yourself. We both know that no one can control their feelings. I will call you when I am better, I promise."

With that Jisung left. I know like he said it isn't anybody's fault but it still hurt. Being friends for over than 10 years, I was afraid of losing it. Then again I knew Jisung better than myself and I was sure he would keep his promise. Soon or later.