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🌟 A Cry for Help: My Family’s Struggle to Survive in Gaza 🌟

Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.

We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.

💔 A Life in Ruins The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.

With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.

✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨ I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.

🙏 How You Can Help

Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.

Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.

Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.

Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.

With love and gratitude, Areej Kassab ❤️

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takeout or duffle bags? - c. beomgyu

Word Count: 1,328

Warnings: Slight food mention, Relationship issues idk

Characters: Choi Beomgyu, Choi Soobin

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Bittersweet(?) Ending

AO3 Link

🌱🌱🌱

You wanted to leave. Right here, right now.

You couldn’t stand feeling like a shadow that he walked past every single damn time. It was insulting at this point.

There was a point in time when you truly believed that your relationship was strong enough to get through thick and thin.

Beomgyu made you believe that, anyways.

Lately, you’ve seen him maybe twice a week if you’re lucky. But that was well after midnight and you were already in bed, few words were exchanged as he fell asleep immediately after changing.

He stopped leaving notes or texts for you to wake up to in the mornings, no updates throughout the day unless he was going out of town.

To be fair, you weren’t much different. You stayed in your office several hours a day, seven days a week. It used to be due to major projects coming in where you would take the lead on. Now, it’s because you couldn’t stand to sit alone in that apartment longer than you needed to.

How the hell did we get here?

Both you and Beomgyu used to text each other often, expressing each other’s excitement to share a meal, or meet each other for multiple dates throughout the month.

Nothing is ever planned anymore. Everything is last minute, quick, and most painfully: quiet.

You yearned to hear Beomgyu’s laugh, or his teasing, just something. Anything had to be better than this standoff between the two of you that seemed to have no clear beginning nor end.

However, you were not the only one suffering. You could feel it. Beomgyu was also feeling the heaviness of the atmosphere within your two-year relationship.

Beomgyu has been shutting himself in his studio, his only company being instruments and speakers at full blast. But he was rarely able to come up with anything tangible, just simple beats or verses that went nowhere.

He felt like he was slowly trickling into a puddle far below him, unable to do anything about it but watch. Words left him any time he saw you, and he watched as what the two of you built together crumbled apart.

The other members tried to reach out and understand how he was feeling but Beomgyu gave them nothing.

He gave you nothing.

He lost the ability to go to you with his worries some time ago. He wanted to come across it again, he missed being able to.

At this point in time, it appeared that neither of you had anything else to give to each other. Just solemn silence.

“Are you two going to end things?”

That was a question you heard from the members, your friends, and quite literally anyone who knew of the situation.

Of course you didn’t want to end things, that was the last thing you wanted. And you hoped Beomgyu felt the same, but your options were beginning to disappear.

Plus you weren’t sure if your heart could bear much more of this. Very few threads still connected the two of you.

You could pack a bag. You could stay with your parents for a while. You can see how life would be like without this. Without Beomgyu.

It’s not like there’s much left to miss.

“What are you doing?”

A low voice startled you from your speeding train of thought, eyes focused on the clothes that were half stuffed into a duffle bag. You looked up to see your boyfriend standing in the bedroom door frame, with a bag of takeout food in one hand and in the other was his phone, open to the text messages between the two of you.

The contact photo was a selfie Beomgyu took of the two of you a while back, he surprised you with a kiss on the cheek right as he clicked the ‘capture’ button. Recalling that memory only made your heart ache more. How could he look at that photo and still be unable to say more than ‘goodnight’ to you?

“Y/N, what’s with the bag?” This time, your boyfriend’s voice was softer, as if he was beginning to understand what he was witnessing.

~

You were halfway correct about the photo Beomgyu had selected for your contact. He adored that photo, he looked at it more times throughout the day than he’d like to admit.

Soobin caught him today looking at the photo, he could hear Beomgyu’s sobs from outside the studio’s door.

“You’re not getting anywhere looking at their photo when Y/N is at your apartment right now. They likely miss you as much as you miss them,” The sound of the leader sitting on the couch quickly fled Beomgyu’s ears as he sighed.

“It’s all I keep telling myself. They’re right here. I can’t help but feel pathetic for being like this..”

Silence filled the room for a moment, but of course, the question weighing heavy on Soobin’s tongue was obvious.

“What exactly has been—”

“I don’t think I can give Y/N more. I am all that I can be, and I don’t think that’s enough for them,” Beomgyu covered his teary eyes with his forearm, letting himself feel the weight of the world on his chest. “I can see us being together for so long, but at the same time I can see them being unhappy and never telling me.”

Beomgyu’s mind flashed back to when the two of you picked each other up from the lowest of times, wondering if you were true to your word that you’d always be there, and that you were more than happy to do so.

Soobin sat in front of Beomgyu, resting his hands on the younger member’s shoulders. And then proceeded to shake the living hell out of them.

“Wake up!! You’ve been in this spiral for how long? You know what you can do, you know that you’re able to fix this. You’re scared, Choi Beomgyu. You’re scaring yourself into isolation.”

“I don’t think I can get them back, Soobin..”

“…You should go to them. Just sit with them, because personally Beomgyu? I think you’re running out of time,” Soobin spoke up about the very fear Beomgyu, and you as well, had been dwelling on for the past weeks.

~

The bag of takeout crinkled from how much Beomgyu’s hand was shaking. He processed one thing at a time.

There was an open duffle bag on the bed. That bag had clothes in it, your clothes. And you. You were looking at Beomgyu with desperation and guilt.

“Are you done, Y/N? Is this it? Are we done? I mean… What is this?…”

“Beomgyu.. I..” You ran a hand through your hair, huffing.

“It’s the last thing I want. But how much longer could we have done this?”

“I didn’t mean for this to go on so long, I needed time to think and.. I don’t know—”

“What did you think I needed? The silence? The isolation? I just wanted you, Beomgyu!” Tears were threatening to start rolling down your face, you just felt so angry at this point. Any other emotion was exhausted by you throughout the past weeks.

“Y/N. I’m sorry. I truly am… Do you want to talk now? Over some good food?” A somber smile met Beomgyu’s cheeks as he lifted up the bag of takeout that is likely to be cold soon.

Your mind was going between the tied plastic bags and your duffle bag, going between how you’re night was going to go.

Are you truly ready to talk about everything?

You finally met Beomgyu’s eyes, the tension was thick and the stakes were high. This was a relationship you both cherished and wanted to fix, tonight is just the first step into reaching the comforting endearment the two of you have shared for so long.

You walked up to your boyfriend, taking the takeout bags from his hands, and made your way to the living room for a late-night dinner.

🌱🌱🌱

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takeout or duffle bags? - c. beomgyu

Word Count: 1,328

Warnings: Slight food mention, Relationship issues idk

Characters: Choi Beomgyu, Choi Soobin

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Bittersweet(?) Ending

AO3 Link

🌱🌱🌱

You wanted to leave. Right here, right now.

You couldn’t stand feeling like a shadow that he walked past every single damn time. It was insulting at this point.

There was a point in time when you truly believed that your relationship was strong enough to get through thick and thin.

Beomgyu made you believe that, anyways.

Lately, you’ve seen him maybe twice a week if you’re lucky. But that was well after midnight and you were already in bed, few words were exchanged as he fell asleep immediately after changing.

He stopped leaving notes or texts for you to wake up to in the mornings, no updates throughout the day unless he was going out of town.

To be fair, you weren’t much different. You stayed in your office several hours a day, seven days a week. It used to be due to major projects coming in where you would take the lead on. Now, it’s because you couldn’t stand to sit alone in that apartment longer than you needed to.

How the hell did we get here?

Both you and Beomgyu used to text each other often, expressing each other’s excitement to share a meal, or meet each other for multiple dates throughout the month.

Nothing is ever planned anymore. Everything is last minute, quick, and most painfully: quiet.

You yearned to hear Beomgyu’s laugh, or his teasing, just something. Anything had to be better than this standoff between the two of you that seemed to have no clear beginning nor end.

However, you were not the only one suffering. You could feel it. Beomgyu was also feeling the heaviness of the atmosphere within your two-year relationship.

Beomgyu has been shutting himself in his studio, his only company being instruments and speakers at full blast. But he was rarely able to come up with anything tangible, just simple beats or verses that went nowhere.

He felt like he was slowly trickling into a puddle far below him, unable to do anything about it but watch. Words left him any time he saw you, and he watched as what the two of you built together crumbled apart.

The other members tried to reach out and understand how he was feeling but Beomgyu gave them nothing.

He gave you nothing.

He lost the ability to go to you with his worries some time ago. He wanted to come across it again, he missed being able to.

At this point in time, it appeared that neither of you had anything else to give to each other. Just solemn silence.

“Are you two going to end things?”

That was a question you heard from the members, your friends, and quite literally anyone who knew of the situation.

Of course you didn’t want to end things, that was the last thing you wanted. And you hoped Beomgyu felt the same, but your options were beginning to disappear.

Plus you weren’t sure if your heart could bear much more of this. Very few threads still connected the two of you.

You could pack a bag. You could stay with your parents for a while. You can see how life would be like without this. Without Beomgyu.

It’s not like there’s much left to miss.

“What are you doing?”

A low voice startled you from your speeding train of thought, eyes focused on the clothes that were half stuffed into a duffle bag. You looked up to see your boyfriend standing in the bedroom door frame, with a bag of takeout food in one hand and in the other was his phone, open to the text messages between the two of you.

The contact photo was a selfie Beomgyu took of the two of you a while back, he surprised you with a kiss on the cheek right as he clicked the ‘capture’ button. Recalling that memory only made your heart ache more. How could he look at that photo and still be unable to say more than ‘goodnight’ to you?

“Y/N, what’s with the bag?” This time, your boyfriend’s voice was softer, as if he was beginning to understand what he was witnessing.

~

You were halfway correct about the photo Beomgyu had selected for your contact. He adored that photo, he looked at it more times throughout the day than he’d like to admit.

Soobin caught him today looking at the photo, he could hear Beomgyu’s sobs from outside the studio’s door.

“You’re not getting anywhere looking at their photo when Y/N is at your apartment right now. They likely miss you as much as you miss them,” The sound of the leader sitting on the couch quickly fled Beomgyu’s ears as he sighed.

“It’s all I keep telling myself. They’re right here. I can’t help but feel pathetic for being like this..”

Silence filled the room for a moment, but of course, the question weighing heavy on Soobin’s tongue was obvious.

“What exactly has been—”

“I don’t think I can give Y/N more. I am all that I can be, and I don’t think that’s enough for them,” Beomgyu covered his teary eyes with his forearm, letting himself feel the weight of the world on his chest. “I can see us being together for so long, but at the same time I can see them being unhappy and never telling me.”

Beomgyu’s mind flashed back to when the two of you picked each other up from the lowest of times, wondering if you were true to your word that you’d always be there, and that you were more than happy to do so.

Soobin sat in front of Beomgyu, resting his hands on the younger member’s shoulders. And then proceeded to shake the living hell out of them.

“Wake up!! You’ve been in this spiral for how long? You know what you can do, you know that you’re able to fix this. You’re scared, Choi Beomgyu. You’re scaring yourself into isolation.”

“I don’t think I can get them back, Soobin..”

“…You should go to them. Just sit with them, because personally Beomgyu? I think you’re running out of time,” Soobin spoke up about the very fear Beomgyu, and you as well, had been dwelling on for the past weeks.

~

The bag of takeout crinkled from how much Beomgyu’s hand was shaking. He processed one thing at a time.

There was an open duffle bag on the bed. That bag had clothes in it, your clothes. And you. You were looking at Beomgyu with desperation and guilt.

“Are you done, Y/N? Is this it? Are we done? I mean… What is this?…”

“Beomgyu.. I..” You ran a hand through your hair, huffing.

“It’s the last thing I want. But how much longer could we have done this?”

“I didn’t mean for this to go on so long, I needed time to think and.. I don’t know—”

“What did you think I needed? The silence? The isolation? I just wanted you, Beomgyu!” Tears were threatening to start rolling down your face, you just felt so angry at this point. Any other emotion was exhausted by you throughout the past weeks.

“Y/N. I’m sorry. I truly am… Do you want to talk now? Over some good food?” A somber smile met Beomgyu’s cheeks as he lifted up the bag of takeout that is likely to be cold soon.

Your mind was going between the tied plastic bags and your duffle bag, going between how you’re night was going to go.

Are you truly ready to talk about everything?

You finally met Beomgyu’s eyes, the tension was thick and the stakes were high. This was a relationship you both cherished and wanted to fix, tonight is just the first step into reaching the comforting endearment the two of you have shared for so long.

You walked up to your boyfriend, taking the takeout bags from his hands, and made your way to the living room for a late-night dinner.

🌱🌱🌱

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takeout or duffle bags? - c. beomgyu

Word Count: 1,328

Warnings: Slight food mention, Relationship issues idk

Characters: Choi Beomgyu, Choi Soobin

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Bittersweet(?) Ending

AO3 Link

🌱🌱🌱

You wanted to leave. Right here, right now.

You couldn’t stand feeling like a shadow that he walked past every single damn time. It was insulting at this point.

There was a point in time when you truly believed that your relationship was strong enough to get through thick and thin.

Beomgyu made you believe that, anyways.

Lately, you’ve seen him maybe twice a week if you’re lucky. But that was well after midnight and you were already in bed, few words were exchanged as he fell asleep immediately after changing.

He stopped leaving notes or texts for you to wake up to in the mornings, no updates throughout the day unless he was going out of town.

To be fair, you weren’t much different. You stayed in your office several hours a day, seven days a week. It used to be due to major projects coming in where you would take the lead on. Now, it’s because you couldn’t stand to sit alone in that apartment longer than you needed to.

How the hell did we get here?

Both you and Beomgyu used to text each other often, expressing each other’s excitement to share a meal, or meet each other for multiple dates throughout the month.

Nothing is ever planned anymore. Everything is last minute, quick, and most painfully: quiet.

You yearned to hear Beomgyu’s laugh, or his teasing, just something. Anything had to be better than this standoff between the two of you that seemed to have no clear beginning nor end.

However, you were not the only one suffering. You could feel it. Beomgyu was also feeling the heaviness of the atmosphere within your two-year relationship.

Beomgyu has been shutting himself in his studio, his only company being instruments and speakers at full blast. But he was rarely able to come up with anything tangible, just simple beats or verses that went nowhere.

He felt like he was slowly trickling into a puddle far below him, unable to do anything about it but watch. Words left him any time he saw you, and he watched as what the two of you built together crumbled apart.

The other members tried to reach out and understand how he was feeling but Beomgyu gave them nothing.

He gave you nothing.

He lost the ability to go to you with his worries some time ago. He wanted to come across it again, he missed being able to.

At this point in time, it appeared that neither of you had anything else to give to each other. Just solemn silence.

“Are you two going to end things?”

That was a question you heard from the members, your friends, and quite literally anyone who knew of the situation.

Of course you didn’t want to end things, that was the last thing you wanted. And you hoped Beomgyu felt the same, but your options were beginning to disappear.

Plus you weren’t sure if your heart could bear much more of this. Very few threads still connected the two of you.

You could pack a bag. You could stay with your parents for a while. You can see how life would be like without this. Without Beomgyu.

It’s not like there’s much left to miss.

“What are you doing?”

A low voice startled you from your speeding train of thought, eyes focused on the clothes that were half stuffed into a duffle bag. You looked up to see your boyfriend standing in the bedroom door frame, with a bag of takeout food in one hand and in the other was his phone, open to the text messages between the two of you.

The contact photo was a selfie Beomgyu took of the two of you a while back, he surprised you with a kiss on the cheek right as he clicked the ‘capture’ button. Recalling that memory only made your heart ache more. How could he look at that photo and still be unable to say more than ‘goodnight’ to you?

“Y/N, what’s with the bag?” This time, your boyfriend’s voice was softer, as if he was beginning to understand what he was witnessing.

~

You were halfway correct about the photo Beomgyu had selected for your contact. He adored that photo, he looked at it more times throughout the day than he’d like to admit.

Soobin caught him today looking at the photo, he could hear Beomgyu’s sobs from outside the studio’s door.

“You’re not getting anywhere looking at their photo when Y/N is at your apartment right now. They likely miss you as much as you miss them,” The sound of the leader sitting on the couch quickly fled Beomgyu’s ears as he sighed.

“It’s all I keep telling myself. They’re right here. I can’t help but feel pathetic for being like this..”

Silence filled the room for a moment, but of course, the question weighing heavy on Soobin’s tongue was obvious.

“What exactly has been—”

“I don’t think I can give Y/N more. I am all that I can be, and I don’t think that’s enough for them,” Beomgyu covered his teary eyes with his forearm, letting himself feel the weight of the world on his chest. “I can see us being together for so long, but at the same time I can see them being unhappy and never telling me.”

Beomgyu’s mind flashed back to when the two of you picked each other up from the lowest of times, wondering if you were true to your word that you’d always be there, and that you were more than happy to do so.

Soobin sat in front of Beomgyu, resting his hands on the younger member’s shoulders. And then proceeded to shake the living hell out of them.

“Wake up!! You’ve been in this spiral for how long? You know what you can do, you know that you’re able to fix this. You’re scared, Choi Beomgyu. You’re scaring yourself into isolation.”

“I don’t think I can get them back, Soobin..”

“…You should go to them. Just sit with them, because personally Beomgyu? I think you’re running out of time,” Soobin spoke up about the very fear Beomgyu, and you as well, had been dwelling on for the past weeks.

~

The bag of takeout crinkled from how much Beomgyu’s hand was shaking. He processed one thing at a time.

There was an open duffle bag on the bed. That bag had clothes in it, your clothes. And you. You were looking at Beomgyu with desperation and guilt.

“Are you done, Y/N? Is this it? Are we done? I mean… What is this?…”

“Beomgyu.. I..” You ran a hand through your hair, huffing.

“It’s the last thing I want. But how much longer could we have done this?”

“I didn’t mean for this to go on so long, I needed time to think and.. I don’t know—”

“What did you think I needed? The silence? The isolation? I just wanted you, Beomgyu!” Tears were threatening to start rolling down your face, you just felt so angry at this point. Any other emotion was exhausted by you throughout the past weeks.

“Y/N. I’m sorry. I truly am… Do you want to talk now? Over some good food?” A somber smile met Beomgyu’s cheeks as he lifted up the bag of takeout that is likely to be cold soon.

Your mind was going between the tied plastic bags and your duffle bag, going between how you’re night was going to go.

Are you truly ready to talk about everything?

You finally met Beomgyu’s eyes, the tension was thick and the stakes were high. This was a relationship you both cherished and wanted to fix, tonight is just the first step into reaching the comforting endearment the two of you have shared for so long.

You walked up to your boyfriend, taking the takeout bags from his hands, and made your way to the living room for a late-night dinner.

🌱🌱🌱

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good LORDDDDDD

quiet time

tldr: what exactly is he staring at? a/n: this is an ode to my own headphones. thank you for everything you do. (none of this would exist without you)

you think the best thing vernon ever did for your relationship was buy you your own pair of noise-canceling headphones. not only was it cute that you two had a subtle way of matching, but the gift was the catalyst for what you two called “quiet time”. 

you knew vernon needed his alone time. knew he needed time with his headphones on and music blasting in his ears, in his own world. you were happy to give him the space and do your own thing. when you opened the headphones he had given you, you weren't really sure you’d use them, perfectly happy with your small earbuds. the large headset seemed excessive. however, you quickly got the appeal after using them for the first time.

now every time you two hung out, you’d have quiet time. each doing your own thing, existing in the same space but not interacting with each other. hair getting flatter on both your heads as the band of the headphones pressed down. 

today you were sat on opposite ends of the couch, several feet of space between you both. you were absorbed in a game on your phone. he couldn’t help but stare at you, the music blasting into his own ears becoming background noise as he focused on you. he loved seeing you in those headphones, pleased to no end when he sees how well you use them. when he bought you the exact same pair that he had, he was nervous they would get mixed up but that fear was put to bed when you promptly decorated yours with little stickers, saying they needed to be “cuter” and as he stares at those stickers now, he can confirm you’re cute, but it might not be the headphone’s doing. 

you could feel vernon’s gaze on you, you’d felt it for minutes now. no longer able to stand it, you turned your head to him, pulling the headphones down to rest around the back of your neck. 

“why are you staring at me like that?” 

vernon pulled his own headphones down, unphased, “what?” 

you huffed, “why are you staring at me so intensely? it's creeping me out.” 

he smiled easily, “i just love you so much, bug.” 

you rolled your eyes, pulling the headphones back up, “well knock it off, you’re distracting me from my game.”

vernon just continued to stare, not missing the soft blush on your cheeks and little smile tugging on your lips as you tried to focus on the small screen in your hands. unsuccessful, you turned your head again pushing the headphones just off the ear closest to vernon, "for real stop staring. i need to beat this level before i can even think about making dinner so if you want to eat soon, you’ll look away.” 

laughing, vernon crawled closer to you, closing the distance between you two on the couch. wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he pulled you closer and whispered in your exposed ear, “i’ll wait forever for dinner if it means i can keep looking at you.” 

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this headline is so fucking horrible why is it whenever indigenous people are murdered everyone avoids saying they were murdered

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best bros here to save the world (through volleyball <3)

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a long awaited battle 🐦🐈🏐

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them

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prompt: "you're a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly" found on pinterest!

“sorry? i- repeat that?” you stuttered. “i'm what? you… what?”

he looked down and rubbed his neck, “uh… yeah? you're a big piece of inspiration for this song, like really big,”

“fuck– that's, dude that's the sweetest thing someone's ever told me…”

his eyes shot open, always one to show emotion. “seriously? dude i have to compliment you more then… im not doing my job right if that's the sweetest thing,”

“you wrote a love song about me. how does it get better than that?”

he took a second to think before going to litter kisses on your face. “like this,”

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beat you to it - p. jay

Word Count: 1,196

Warnings: Brief mentions of food (strawberries)

Characters: Park Jongseong (Jay), Park Sunghoon (mentioned), and Sim Jaeyun (Jake) (Mentioned)

AO3 Link

🌱🌱🌱

A shudder went down Jay’s spine as the crisp wind picked up. It was a harsh autumn morning, and he knew there was no time to waste anymore. He had to ask tonight or he may never be able to. Jay believes he may never have the courage to do so if he waits until after the night bids farewell.

Y/N.

The way your name sends goosebumps trailing down Jay’s back, running his throat dry, and a silly, loose smile plastered onto his face.

Y/N.

The lovely person whom Park Jongseong wanted to ask to accompany him to a picnic along the riverwalk in the center of town.

A simple question, if one were to really think about it..

But to Jay, it felt as if everything were on the line, you were a dear friend of his. Any aspect he admired about you only caused him to fall harder for you.

And today, as the lovesick boy sips his hot black tea and watches the cars passing by the bus stop, this dam of passion is set to burst open. He is prepared to lay out his heart to you.

Jay knew your schedule today was fairly barren in terms of lectures, so you were most likely spending your day at the campus’ plaza. To confirm, he texted your friends asking about any plans for today in order to determine the best time to talk to you. 

Not that he wanted to get the situation over with, oh it was practically the opposite. Any friend of yours or Jay’s would’ve been able to see the moment the boy fell for you in a way that words cannot describe. 

A number of you and your friends had gone out to a local farmer’s market when you ran into Jay who was there to check out the assorted vendors. He couldn’t pick out a specific stand to start his shopping ventures, when you stood next to him and asked a quick question.

“What do you think about these strawberries?” 

“…Well, they’re a decent size and none are 

absolutely deformed,” Jay chuckled.

You finally made eye contact with him, but with a confused gleam in your eyes. You were trying to form a response, meanwhile Jay was so incredibly endeared. He had never felt such a warm radiance coming from a person, you had shown him something new the moment his giving eyes met your silhouette. 

“Oh! I’m sorry, I was talking to my friend..” You gestured to your friend to your right, who was holding back a knowing smile. Jay felt stupid, of course. What sane person would come up to a complete stranger and start a conversation?” The embarrassed man silently kicked himself.

“Oh… Haha, my bad.” 

“...You go to the university nearby, right?”

The question took Jay by surprise, was this not the first time you two had met each other?

“Um, yeah! I’m a marketing major, what about you?”

“I’m a biology major there! I felt like I’ve seen you on campus

before! I’m Y/N.”

Y/N.

A lovely name that matches the lovely feelings you give him.

You and Jay had become close friends not long after that encounter, it felt so easy. Your personalities seemed to have blended beautifully, it was no wonder why Jay found himself head over heels when he was with you and when he was apart from you. His friends Sunghoon and Jake pointed that fact out more times than he could count.

But now, Jay felt ready. He felt confident. Not that you would absolutely reciprocate his feelings, but at the very least he felt confident that nothing would change between the two of you if said feelings weren’t returned. Such a stance took many months of convincing and self-assurance.

It was like watching someone else approach the plaza, like Jay was detached from his own body, watching everything unfold from afar. Of course, this wasn’t the case, the boy simply couldn’t believe the moment he had been preparing for was so close he could grasp it with his own fingertips.

You noticed Jay and called out to him before a word left his lips, “Jay! I thought you went back to your apartment! Do you wanna study together?”

Jay nodded and sat in the spot next to you, feeling a chill run up his spine. Whether it was from the wind or his nerves, he’s unsure.

“I’m so close to finishing this report, it’s so grueling like, I wanna be done with it now! Plus there’s this event happening down by the North Lawn around–”

“Y/N, can I talk to you about something? I don’t mean to interrupt but I really wanna just.. let this out, you know?”

You looked at Jay for a moment, closing your laptop to divert all of your attention to him (Which did nothing to aid the boy’s quickening heartbeat).

“What’s up? Is everything okay? Did you fail that test you were

talking about the other day? Or was it that super long lecture

that could bore anything with a pulse–”

“I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. I…I want to be more

than friends, if you’d like.”

Jay reached out for your hands, gently taking them into his as your gazes met each other. Jay definitely felt his skin flush as the weight upon his shoulder dissipated with this confession. He did not hope. He wasn’t clinging onto any fantasy created over the past months. Jay felt confident that if he was honest, you would remain secure in each other’s relationship afterwards. It didn’t matter if you reciprocated or not.

Your eyes seemed to be in deep thought for a moment, Jay wished he knew what you were thinking. But then a smile spread across your lips, a saccharine smile.

“Oh, Jay… I’d love that, I’ve been wanting to say the same thing for a little while. Guess you beat me to it.” A fake pout replaced your smile as Jay let out a scoff. 

“Then would you give me the pleasure of being my girlfriend forever and ever and ever?” He leaned in closer to your face, to your lips, with a playful, awaiting smile.

“I suppose I could, Mr. Jongseong…” You chuckled, not letting him get another word in before you closed the gap between the two of you, clinging onto his hands.

Was Jay dreaming? Was he actually sharing his first kiss with you? It felt just like the day he first met you. Warm.

After a few seconds, the two of you disconnected, still smiling at each other. 

“I guess you beat me to kissing you first, huh?” Jay ran his

hands through your hair with a loving gaze.

“You better expect it a lot more, I like to believe I’m a handful sometimes,” You leaned your head against his shoulder, sneaking a quick picture before returning to your laptop.

You weren’t as sneaky as you thought but Jay didn’t say anything, he just looked at you and your focused face. Jay then pressed his lips to your cheek, earning a quick gasp from you.

“I’m looking forward to it, Y/N.”

🌱🌱🌱

[truly-twirls]

beat you to it - p. jay

Word Count: 1,196

Warnings: Brief mentions of food (strawberries)

Characters: Park Jongseong (Jay), Park Sunghoon (mentioned), and Sim Jaeyun (Jake) (Mentioned)

AO3 Link

🌱🌱🌱

A shudder went down Jay’s spine as the crisp wind picked up. It was a harsh autumn morning, and he knew there was no time to waste anymore. He had to ask tonight or he may never be able to. Jay believes he may never have the courage to do so if he waits until after the night bids farewell.

Y/N.

The way your name sends goosebumps trailing down Jay’s back, running his throat dry, and a silly, loose smile plastered onto his face.

Y/N.

The lovely person whom Park Jongseong wanted to ask to accompany him to a picnic along the riverwalk in the center of town.

A simple question, if one were to really think about it..

But to Jay, it felt as if everything were on the line, you were a dear friend of his. Any aspect he admired about you only caused him to fall harder for you.

And today, as the lovesick boy sips his hot black tea and watches the cars passing by the bus stop, this dam of passion is set to burst open. He is prepared to lay out his heart to you.

Jay knew your schedule today was fairly barren in terms of lectures, so you were most likely spending your day at the campus’ plaza. To confirm, he texted your friends asking about any plans for today in order to determine the best time to talk to you. 

Not that he wanted to get the situation over with, oh it was practically the opposite. Any friend of yours or Jay’s would’ve been able to see the moment the boy fell for you in a way that words cannot describe. 

A number of you and your friends had gone out to a local farmer’s market when you ran into Jay who was there to check out the assorted vendors. He couldn’t pick out a specific stand to start his shopping ventures, when you stood next to him and asked a quick question.

“What do you think about these strawberries?” 

“…Well, they’re a decent size and none are 

absolutely deformed,” Jay chuckled.

You finally made eye contact with him, but with a confused gleam in your eyes. You were trying to form a response, meanwhile Jay was so incredibly endeared. He had never felt such a warm radiance coming from a person, you had shown him something new the moment his giving eyes met your silhouette. 

“Oh! I’m sorry, I was talking to my friend..” You gestured to your friend to your right, who was holding back a knowing smile. Jay felt stupid, of course. What sane person would come up to a complete stranger and start a conversation?” The embarrassed man silently kicked himself.

“Oh… Haha, my bad.” 

“...You go to the university nearby, right?”

The question took Jay by surprise, was this not the first time you two had met each other?

“Um, yeah! I’m a marketing major, what about you?”

“I’m a biology major there! I felt like I’ve seen you on campus

before! I’m Y/N.”

Y/N.

A lovely name that matches the lovely feelings you give him.

You and Jay had become close friends not long after that encounter, it felt so easy. Your personalities seemed to have blended beautifully, it was no wonder why Jay found himself head over heels when he was with you and when he was apart from you. His friends Sunghoon and Jake pointed that fact out more times than he could count.

But now, Jay felt ready. He felt confident. Not that you would absolutely reciprocate his feelings, but at the very least he felt confident that nothing would change between the two of you if said feelings weren’t returned. Such a stance took many months of convincing and self-assurance.

It was like watching someone else approach the plaza, like Jay was detached from his own body, watching everything unfold from afar. Of course, this wasn’t the case, the boy simply couldn’t believe the moment he had been preparing for was so close he could grasp it with his own fingertips.

You noticed Jay and called out to him before a word left his lips, “Jay! I thought you went back to your apartment! Do you wanna study together?”

Jay nodded and sat in the spot next to you, feeling a chill run up his spine. Whether it was from the wind or his nerves, he’s unsure.

“I’m so close to finishing this report, it’s so grueling like, I wanna be done with it now! Plus there’s this event happening down by the North Lawn around–”

“Y/N, can I talk to you about something? I don’t mean to interrupt but I really wanna just.. let this out, you know?”

You looked at Jay for a moment, closing your laptop to divert all of your attention to him (Which did nothing to aid the boy’s quickening heartbeat).

“What’s up? Is everything okay? Did you fail that test you were

talking about the other day? Or was it that super long lecture

that could bore anything with a pulse–”

“I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. I…I want to be more

than friends, if you’d like.”

Jay reached out for your hands, gently taking them into his as your gazes met each other. Jay definitely felt his skin flush as the weight upon his shoulder dissipated with this confession. He did not hope. He wasn’t clinging onto any fantasy created over the past months. Jay felt confident that if he was honest, you would remain secure in each other’s relationship afterwards. It didn’t matter if you reciprocated or not.

Your eyes seemed to be in deep thought for a moment, Jay wished he knew what you were thinking. But then a smile spread across your lips, a saccharine smile.

“Oh, Jay… I’d love that, I’ve been wanting to say the same thing for a little while. Guess you beat me to it.” A fake pout replaced your smile as Jay let out a scoff. 

“Then would you give me the pleasure of being my girlfriend forever and ever and ever?” He leaned in closer to your face, to your lips, with a playful, awaiting smile.

“I suppose I could, Mr. Jongseong…” You chuckled, not letting him get another word in before you closed the gap between the two of you, clinging onto his hands.

Was Jay dreaming? Was he actually sharing his first kiss with you? It felt just like the day he first met you. Warm.

After a few seconds, the two of you disconnected, still smiling at each other. 

“I guess you beat me to kissing you first, huh?” Jay ran his

hands through your hair with a loving gaze.

“You better expect it a lot more, I like to believe I’m a handful sometimes,” You leaned your head against his shoulder, sneaking a quick picture before returning to your laptop.

You weren’t as sneaky as you thought but Jay didn’t say anything, he just looked at you and your focused face. Jay then pressed his lips to your cheek, earning a quick gasp from you.

“I’m looking forward to it, Y/N.”

🌱🌱🌱

[truly-twirls]

beat you to it - p. jay

Word Count: 1,196

Warnings: Brief mentions of food (strawberries)

Characters: Park Jongseong (Jay), Park Sunghoon (mentioned), and Sim Jaeyun (Jake) (Mentioned)

AO3 Link

🌱🌱🌱

A shudder went down Jay’s spine as the crisp wind picked up. It was a harsh autumn morning, and he knew there was no time to waste anymore. He had to ask tonight or he may never be able to. Jay believes he may never have the courage to do so if he waits until after the night bids farewell.

Y/N.

The way your name sends goosebumps trailing down Jay’s back, running his throat dry, and a silly, loose smile plastered onto his face.

Y/N.

The lovely person whom Park Jongseong wanted to ask to accompany him to a picnic along the riverwalk in the center of town.

A simple question, if one were to really think about it..

But to Jay, it felt as if everything were on the line, you were a dear friend of his. Any aspect he admired about you only caused him to fall harder for you.

And today, as the lovesick boy sips his hot black tea and watches the cars passing by the bus stop, this dam of passion is set to burst open. He is prepared to lay out his heart to you.

Jay knew your schedule today was fairly barren in terms of lectures, so you were most likely spending your day at the campus’ plaza. To confirm, he texted your friends asking about any plans for today in order to determine the best time to talk to you. 

Not that he wanted to get the situation over with, oh it was practically the opposite. Any friend of yours or Jay’s would’ve been able to see the moment the boy fell for you in a way that words cannot describe. 

A number of you and your friends had gone out to a local farmer’s market when you ran into Jay who was there to check out the assorted vendors. He couldn’t pick out a specific stand to start his shopping ventures, when you stood next to him and asked a quick question.

“What do you think about these strawberries?” 

“…Well, they’re a decent size and none are 

absolutely deformed,” Jay chuckled.

You finally made eye contact with him, but with a confused gleam in your eyes. You were trying to form a response, meanwhile Jay was so incredibly endeared. He had never felt such a warm radiance coming from a person, you had shown him something new the moment his giving eyes met your silhouette. 

“Oh! I’m sorry, I was talking to my friend..” You gestured to your friend to your right, who was holding back a knowing smile. Jay felt stupid, of course. What sane person would come up to a complete stranger and start a conversation?” The embarrassed man silently kicked himself.

“Oh… Haha, my bad.” 

“...You go to the university nearby, right?”

The question took Jay by surprise, was this not the first time you two had met each other?

“Um, yeah! I’m a marketing major, what about you?”

“I’m a biology major there! I felt like I’ve seen you on campus

before! I’m Y/N.”

Y/N.

A lovely name that matches the lovely feelings you give him.

You and Jay had become close friends not long after that encounter, it felt so easy. Your personalities seemed to have blended beautifully, it was no wonder why Jay found himself head over heels when he was with you and when he was apart from you. His friends Sunghoon and Jake pointed that fact out more times than he could count.

But now, Jay felt ready. He felt confident. Not that you would absolutely reciprocate his feelings, but at the very least he felt confident that nothing would change between the two of you if said feelings weren’t returned. Such a stance took many months of convincing and self-assurance.

It was like watching someone else approach the plaza, like Jay was detached from his own body, watching everything unfold from afar. Of course, this wasn’t the case, the boy simply couldn’t believe the moment he had been preparing for was so close he could grasp it with his own fingertips.

You noticed Jay and called out to him before a word left his lips, “Jay! I thought you went back to your apartment! Do you wanna study together?”

Jay nodded and sat in the spot next to you, feeling a chill run up his spine. Whether it was from the wind or his nerves, he’s unsure.

“I’m so close to finishing this report, it’s so grueling like, I wanna be done with it now! Plus there’s this event happening down by the North Lawn around–”

“Y/N, can I talk to you about something? I don’t mean to interrupt but I really wanna just.. let this out, you know?”

You looked at Jay for a moment, closing your laptop to divert all of your attention to him (Which did nothing to aid the boy’s quickening heartbeat).

“What’s up? Is everything okay? Did you fail that test you were

talking about the other day? Or was it that super long lecture

that could bore anything with a pulse–”

“I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. I…I want to be more

than friends, if you’d like.”

Jay reached out for your hands, gently taking them into his as your gazes met each other. Jay definitely felt his skin flush as the weight upon his shoulder dissipated with this confession. He did not hope. He wasn’t clinging onto any fantasy created over the past months. Jay felt confident that if he was honest, you would remain secure in each other’s relationship afterwards. It didn’t matter if you reciprocated or not.

Your eyes seemed to be in deep thought for a moment, Jay wished he knew what you were thinking. But then a smile spread across your lips, a saccharine smile.

“Oh, Jay… I’d love that, I’ve been wanting to say the same thing for a little while. Guess you beat me to it.” A fake pout replaced your smile as Jay let out a scoff. 

“Then would you give me the pleasure of being my girlfriend forever and ever and ever?” He leaned in closer to your face, to your lips, with a playful, awaiting smile.

“I suppose I could, Mr. Jongseong…” You chuckled, not letting him get another word in before you closed the gap between the two of you, clinging onto his hands.

Was Jay dreaming? Was he actually sharing his first kiss with you? It felt just like the day he first met you. Warm.

After a few seconds, the two of you disconnected, still smiling at each other. 

“I guess you beat me to kissing you first, huh?” Jay ran his

hands through your hair with a loving gaze.

“You better expect it a lot more, I like to believe I’m a handful sometimes,” You leaned your head against his shoulder, sneaking a quick picture before returning to your laptop.

You weren’t as sneaky as you thought but Jay didn’t say anything, he just looked at you and your focused face. Jay then pressed his lips to your cheek, earning a quick gasp from you.

“I’m looking forward to it, Y/N.”

🌱🌱🌱

[truly-twirls]

spoiler: i kinda like u | hansol vernon chwe

SYNOPSIS. in which you share earphones with the boy on the train. PAIRING. hansol vernon chwe x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, kinda strangers to lovers, implied college au WARNINGS. none WORD COUNT. 1715

requested by @enhazen

notes: this is a late birthday gift to you shay <3

It's a recurring thing at this point: you board the train to and from university, sit at the very same spot each time, and then you wait for him. You know he goes to the same university as you because you recognise the school hoodie that he wears sometimes, and you both always get off at the same stop before going on your own ways.

And then he sits next to you. Yes, next to you. Why is that? Because the moment he takes his place next to you on the train, he offers an earphone towards you.

It had all started the moment he noticed you glancing down at his phone at a particular movie he was watching, seemingly interested despite not hearing a single thing and simply reading the captions. You didn't think he would notice, but he does, and a few minutes later you find an earphone being offered in your direction. At that point, you gave him the grand nickname of the cute boy on the train, because there wasn't any other way to describe him.

Then whenever the train reaches your shared stop, the two of you seemingly exchange a knowing glance with each other as if communicating Have a good day, which later became, Same time tomorrow? in the present day, with the addition of that small smile to his face that always makes your heart jump. You like to think that it grows wider a bit every day.

Conversations hardly stretched beyond sharing your thoughts of the movie, except for the one time you mustered the courage to finally ask for his name. His name is Vernon. The cute boy on the train now has a name.

When Vernon boards the train today, he already has his earphones in, head bopping to a song blasting in his ears. As he catches sight of you, you see the way his eyes widen ever so slightly when he notices you were both wearing the same school hoodie in different colours. Then he sits next to you, and you feel the warmth of his arm grazing against yours for a moment. Swiftly, he switches his screen from music to Netflix, scrolling to find the movie you were watching together yesterday, before offering an earphone to you like it was routine.

You take his earphone gratefully and plug it in your ear, scooting a bit closer to the point where the sleeves of your hoodies were barely touching.

“I… may have accidentally seen a spoiler earlier,” Vernon tells you guiltily, his voice low.

You scoff as if offended. “You promised you wouldn’t.”

His ears grow red. “Dude, it-it popped up on my for you page, and then I couldn’t scroll past it because of the WIFI𑁋”

You can't help but let out a quiet chuckle, shaking your head playfully. “It’s fine, I’ll let it slide. Just be more careful next time, and don't scroll through TikTok or reels or whatever."

Vernon elicits a sigh of relief, a sheepish grin to his face. “I’ll try my best.”

The movie begins, and you quickly find yourselves engrossed. The train sways gently as you both fade into the story playing on the screen, and you were leaning more towards him to get a better angle of the movie. The two of you attempt to keep in your giggles whenever the humourous scenes pop up, or whisper comments to each other during the intense moments that you can barely hear for the sake of not disturbing anyone around you. 

At times, you notice that Vernon occasionally steals glances in your direction to make sure you’re still paying attention, which you are. You pinpoint the way his lips curl into a small smile whenever your eyes meet, and it makes you shyly avert your gaze back down to the movie.

Sometimes he makes comments on particular scenes as if he was in his own little world, and you can't help but listen to every word. It's adorable, because you see the way his eyes light up whenever he speaks, and you wonder if he's some sort of secret movie critic.

In his own time, he probably is, to be honest.  

As the movie continues, you feel your head slowly succumbing to a certain heaviness, finding yourself gradually leaning more against Vernon's shoulder. It's not intentional, but Vernon doesn't seem to mind; in fact, he subtly adjusts to a more comfortable position. Today was oddly exhausting, and you were really trying hard not to let it show as the movie plays.

But when the first yawn escapes your lips, you knew your body was beginning to surrender to the tiredness.

When the movie reaches a calm scene, you feel your eyelids droop. You're still trying your best to stay awake to not miss anything, but the need to lay your head down on something and the swaying of the train fight back. Vernon mutters something about the scene on the screen, but you can barely hear it.

As you press more against his shoulder, Vernon's gaze flicker down at you, and when he catches sight of your fluttering eyes, he pauses the movie and tries to shift his shoulder, making sure your head doesn’t hang off. But the movement jerks your eyes open suddenly.

“Sorry, I-I was watching.” Then you blink a few times and end up yawning again, a heat of embarrassment sprouting in your face as Vernon softly chuckles.

He watches the way you rub tiredly at your eyes and straighten your posture, before clearing his throat a bit loudly.

“You can… lean on my shoulder if you’re tired. I don’t mind. We can watch next time."

You glance at his eyes and then to his shoulder, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you meet his gaze again. “Are you sure? I wouldn't... want to be all up in your personal space."

All he does is smile gently. “Yeah, it's fine. I’ve got you.”

You take a moment to encase his words in your heart, before shifting closer to him and letting your head find its rightful place on his shoulder. Closing your eyes, you take in the scent of his hoodie and the warmth radiating from his body. 

On the other hand, Vernon tenses for a split second when he feels you settle next to him, before quickly relaxing. Turning on his phone again, he lowers the volume and selects a calm and soft song, the sound flowing directly through the earphone in your ear, his fingers rhythmically tapping against his leg.

After some time, Vernon glances down at you curiously. Your mouth was slightly open, soft breaths floating in the air, appearing peaceful as ever. He just smiles to himself, finding a yawn of his own leaving his own lips, and his heartbeat quickens nervously to a sudden thought popping in his mind.

No, he can't do that, but the exhaustion felt contagious. Perhaps playing a calm song was a bad idea (for him, at least), his eyelids growing heavier as the song shifts to the relaxing sounds of a piano. He feels his body inch impossibly closer to you, then after a long moment of contemplation, he lets his head slowly tilt until it rests on top of yours.

Somehow, it's enough to ease the tiredness tugging at him. He's careful not to disturb you, but little did he know that the moment you felt a certain pressure land at the crown of your head, your drowsy awareness woke back up, and you notice the way his fingers slow its tapping on his leg, before finally halting.

You take in a long, deep shaky inhale, before closing your eyes again, your heart racing an marathon in your chest. His head against yours feels weirdly comfortable.

The two of you rest side by side on a train filled with people in their own quiet headspace. LIke a movie, the scenery changes outside, but this moment right now is frozen, and time seems to slow. Vernon manages to keep himself awake, knowing that one of you has to be aware of when your stop is. His gaze remains out the window, but his thoughts centre curiously around you.

And then, as all rides must, it nears its end. Vernon stirs beside you, his head lifting off yours as he takes a second to stretch out his legs, being cautious not to startle you.

Then as some other people gather their belongings, he taps a few times to the top of your head.

"Hey," he murmurs softly. "We're here."

He swears he feels his heart beating loudly in his chest as he watches you slowly rise. Your eyes flutter open, and you blink groggily at him, then glance around realising that the train was slowly coming to your familiar stop.

"Thanks," You mumble sleepily.

"You looked like you needed it," Vernon teases lightly as he grabs his backpack.

You rub at your eyes again, scratching at the back of your neck shyly. "Yeah, uh... Sorry about that. I really wanted to watch the movie but I guess I was just too tired. Long day, you know?"

He just gives you a warm smile. "Don't worry about it. We can watch another time."

As the train comes to a complete stop and the doors slide open, you both gather your belongings and step out onto the platform. The day had reached the beginning of the evening, and the sky was painted in an array of pink and orange. You both walk together, a comfortable silence between puncuated by the occasional sounds of the city and the shuffling of other people around you.

When you both fully exit out of the premises, you turn to look each other and exchange that same look.

"See you tomorrow?" You ask him with hopeful, apologetic eyes.

He gives a simple nod, offering you a faint smile. "Definitely."

Then the two of you trail in your usual opposite directions, and as you feel the cool air meet the skin of your hands, you stuff them inside the pockets of your hoodie.

But then you feel something brush against your fingers. Taking it out, you realise it's a folded up piece of paper.

And upon unfolding it, you read the words on the page:

get some good rest tn :) also shhhh i'm gonna tell you the spoiler....

i kinda like u :) XXX-XXX-XXXX

╱l (°ˎ。 7 |、 ~〵 じし ˍ ,)ノ - vern

It makes you freeze in your step, and when you spin around with a wide smile to hopefully catch sight of Vernon, you see that he wasn't anywhere to be found.

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[truly-twirls]

oh god i’ve been not writing for almost a year holy shit oh my god i’m sorry 😭😭😭 i think i’m ready to do so (i’m going crazy and will project)