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YUMYUMYUM

u want help I'm here to help :3 now pls listen on this one, 1, 3, 2 by twice with heeseung..... like— do you see the vision?

why yes OFC i c the vision >:3 definitely didn't sneak some lyrics in this hehe

332. ☁︎ angst , established relationship , break-up .

"baby please—" heeseung pleaded, already chasing after me in a practiced rhythm, like we had done this many times before.

tears blurred my vision as i dodged each obstacle in my way, trying to put as much distance between me and heeseung as possible.

still heeseung followed, eventually catching up, his hand clasped around my wrist—firm, but gentle.

"baby," he began again, slightly out of breath, "listen to me—please."

i didn't dare look at him, afraid i would break, afraid i would listen to my heart, afraid i would fall back into that rhythm of me and him.

my cheeks were already stained with tears, my hands trembling as heeseung's gentle touch stained my body. "you know it's what the group needs—it would bring in so many new fans, so many new opportunities for the group, for—"

"for everyone, but us."

heeseung paused. bit his lip. it was true.

"we can't do this anymore heeseung—" i said, my voice wavering, "we can't do us."

"i don't care what my new schedule is, i don't care how much it disrupts our rhythm, i want to stay with you yn." heeseung's voice was unsteady now, eyes shining with unshed tears, "i don't want to lose you.."

i didn't want to lose him either.

"heeseung.." i whispered, "i don't want to lose you either."

a hopeful smile.

"but we can't be together. we can't work like this. our time together—our rhythm—it's interrupted, by everything, your job, mine, our schedules are too conflicting." i said through a choked sob, finally coming to the realisation of what i was about to do, "our tempo's don't match. you go by one, two, three, this natural flow, it's too difficult for me."

"we can't be together heeseung."

something flickered in heeseung's eyes. "n-no—we can make it work baby—i can figure it out, i swear, please—please, don't leave me—baby.."

my heart fell further, guilt was practically eating me alive, and yet i still uttered those fateful words.

"it's over heeseung."

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woah raki the evil hacker? god my shivers are timbered at this statement and I'm shocked at the threat of them coming back.. ! 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

Everyone and they mama shiver their pussy timbers infront of raki the evil hacker

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i love rebooting my mooties' posts and supporting them through a lot of comments, it's my love language (stan txt) actually ><

JUST MY TYPE! downbad!bsf!hoon x 𝑓!rea

🎀 、 what are you gonna do when your best friend is down bad for you ? ◜ᴗ⁠◝⁠ fluff smau mild teasing bsfs to lovers 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐂𝐇 !

비비 : i have no motivation for writing recently.. i have some drafts so maybe i will post those! but for now this is the best i can do TT

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ㅤ𝖬𝗂𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖴𝖫𝖮𝖴𝖲! 🐾 𝒻𝗍 𝖸.𝖩𝖶

. . . 𝓌𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇 : in the daytime, he's yang jungwon. just a normal guy with a normal life. but there's something about him that no one knows yet. because he has a secret ──── ^ - ^ OR what was supposed to be just a normal college year for jungwon is suddenly made ... not so normal with the appearance of a mysterious jewelry box. and now he's a superhero who has to save people's lives? what the fuck is an akuma? and most importantly, why is his superhero partner so gorgeous?

      #      LUCKYCHARMs!───yang jungwon & sim jake, enhypen. pham hanni, newjeans. park minju, illit. park wonbin, riize. ୨୧ GENRE; / crack+fluff %TEXTS ☘︎ strangers 2 friends 2 lovers. i'm putting in all the love square dynamics in though! ❝ swearing ❀ ( • ˕ • ) ++ reader is "adrien" so that's a warning in itself

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0001 the one with the very cool origin story

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0005 atl no one died idfk

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࣪ ִֶָ☾. i could do this for eternity - choi beomgyu

⤷ playing adore you by miley cyrus

warnings: swearing, use of chaewon and kazuha pic as a placeholder for y/n

mlist | part 1

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joining this event!! very excited ><

lil tags! @boyfhees @aernx <3

⠀⠀ू⠀⠀🫁⠀⠀Museum⠀⠀of⠀⠀Horrors⠀⠀𑁯

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀event⠀ by⠀ @swhore

every year, the state’s most prestigious museum hosts a single-night opening.

artists must create one painting based on the year's chosen concept.

if their painting captures the essence of the genre and stirs enough fear, the top three are displayed forever in the museum's grand hall.

this year’s theme: horror.

by nightfall, the gallery is filled with shadows and eerie silence.

one painting stands out, disturbing people who dare to glance at it once.

it doesn't even have a spotlight.

and yet, people refuse to look at it twice...

(before continuing, this post does have a picture containing disturbing imagery, do not continue further if easily scared.)

⠀. ˚̩̩̥͙ ⠀⠀🩸⠀⠀how to enter:

comment to specify your joining & reblog this post and (optional) invite 2-3 artists who may be interested in making a painting

send a specified email (ask) to the museum curator: @museumofhorrors to recieve your randomized horror sub-genre. you must incorporate some elements of that sub-genre into your painting (examples below)

it is highly advised to make a story that goes along with your painting and will get you more points, however this is not a must.

make sure to tag @swhore in your entry or comments and use the tag #🫁 Museum of Horrors

⠀. ˚̩̩̥͙ ⠀⠀🦴⠀⠀guidelines:

your painting must not be a copy of someone elses! the museum curator wants every painting to be strictly creative...

at least 90% of the painting should be made by you (locs and dividers are okay), though you get more points by including your own gifs, locs, dividers, etc...

your painting must be finished by 23rd of august. if you need more time, dm @museumofhorrors

⠀. ˚̩̩̥͙ ⠀⠀🖼️⠀⠀prizes:

1st place : custom edited theme, 3 moodboards, 3 divs, custom loc pack, 50 reblogs on 3 posts of your choice

2nd place : 2 moodboards, 2 divs, custom loc pack, 25 reblogs on 2 posts of your choice

3rd place : 1 moodboard, 1 div, custom loc pack, 15 reblogs on a post of your choice

honourable mentions : custom loc pack, 5 reblogs on a post of your choice reblogs on @swhore-diary prizes posted on @swhore

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@webzzo @sghooneyy @forleehan + more !

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I'm in awe I love this sb

BABY, YOU’RE THE  ✶   DEVIL I KNOW 엔하이픈

⎯⎯𝒔. you’re the prettiest devil they’ve ever seen.

hyungline x siren!reader implied death/disappearances supernatural themes/siren mythology 3.3kwc (not proofread)

𓂃 ࣪ ˖ 💭 katty umm this has been in my drafts for a while ngl… laughs nervously

masterlist.

LEE HEESEUNG.

first, he heard your song.

it was soft. distant. almost too faint to notice over the wind that wrapped around the island like a curse.

heeseung thought he was imagining it the first night. he’d been asleep in the tower, chest tight from the cold with rain tapping at the windows like it wanted to be let in. when he woke up, the melody was still in his head. low and threaded with something that felt like sadness. or longing. he couldn’t tell.

he stood up for a while, watching the sea through the glass. nothing moved other than waves rolling against the rocks, steady and indifferent. he pressed his hand to the window, waited, then went back to bed.

but the song came again the next night.

and the next.

the island was small. too small for more than one person. and that was the point. he signed up for solitude. a season alone, maintaining the lighthouse while scattering storms rolled in and ships passed quietly in the night. just him, the sea, and a radio that only ever crackled.

most days were the same: check the generator, test the beam, log the tides. he read, cooked pretty badly, and slept early.

but lately, the ocean had begun to hum back.

it wasn’t always a voice. sometimes it was just a feeling, rising in his chest when he stepped outside at dusk. sometimes it felt like the air held it’s breath when he walked the cliffs. sometimes, he swore that he could hear his name.

it took twelve nights before he saw you.

the storm had ended hours ago, leaving the sky pretty and clean. the path to the water was slick, but he knew it well by now. he carried a lantern. not because he needed it, but because the silence felt too heavy without the hum of burning oil.

the tide was low. foam curled around the rocks like gloves.

then, you were there. not a hallucination or sailor’s ghost. real. there. in the shallows where the water met the edge of the moonlight. your hair was dark and dripping, eyes fixed on him.

you didn’t speak. and you didn’t need to.

heeseung froze. his heart kicked once, hard, and then just pulsed slow and loud in his ears.

he didn’t ask what you were, staring ahead. his mouth stayed parted, breath turning to mist between them.

you tilted your head like you were studying him. then, without a sound, you slid back into the water and disappeared.

he didn’t sleep that night.

he came back the next evening. and the one after that.

sometimes you were there. sometimes not.

but the song, your voice, it always was. carried by the wind, bleeding through the cracks in his windows and curling into his dreams. he stopped pretending he didn’t hear it.

he stopped pretending that he wasn’t waiting for you.

“you’re real.” he said once, almost to himself as he sat on the sand with his knees drawn up. the lighthouse blinked behind him. 

you lay your torso on a rock a few feet away, arms folded, cheek resting on your wrist.

“you sound surprised.” you murmured.

“i thought i was going crazy.”

“you still might be.”

he barely smiled. “probably.”

there was a pause.

“why me?” he asked.

you lifted your head. “because you’re the only one who listens.”

his throat tightened.

“and you’re lonely.” you added, voice soft as the tide.

he didn’t answer.

PARK JONGSEONG.

the ship rocked beneath him, groaning against the ropes as the crew hauled the net onto the deck.

something thrashed inside it, slick and glimmering, hissing like seawater hitting a flame.

jay stepped closer, boots creaking against the wood, and looked down.

you.

you were a tangle of wet limbs, silver scales catching the moonlight, hair plastered to your cheeks like strands of ink. you were snarling, but even that looked beautiful. your mouth was full of sharp little teeth. your wrists strained against the mesh like you still believed you could win.

jay tilted his head.

“well, well.”

you spat at his feet.

the crew jolted. someone raised their pistol.

jay lifted a hand. “don’t.”

“but— captain—”

“i said don’t.”

the pistol lowered reluctantly.

he crouched, letting his fingers graze the edge of the net. not touching you. not yet.

“i’ve heard the stories about girls in the sea. voices like spells.” he said quietly.

you didn’t speak.

“never believed them.”

you slowly smiled. “and now?”

he watched the water bead trail along your collarbone. then the soft rise and fall of your breath. you were cold. or maybe pretending to be.

“now i don’t know whether to sell you or keep you.” his voice dropped.

you laughed, soft and low. “you wouldn’t survive either.”

he didn’t cage you below deck.

he gave you the captain’s quarters.

tied your wrists with silk and left you curled in a tub of saltwater dragged up from the sea.

he didn’t ask any questions. he just watched you.

“is this mercy or curiosity?” you asked one night, voice dripping like the water around you.

jay leaned against the doorframe, coat hung open. he had a sword at his hip and a ring of keys at his belt.

“does it matter?”

you tilted your head, lips parting. “it always matters.”

the crew muttered behind his back.

why wasn’t she chained?

why didn’t he hand her to the others?

what is he hiding?

he didn’t answer any of them.

he continued to sit in his chair, boots off, blade nearby, watching the water in the tub ripple as you shifted.

sometimes you sang softly. just enough to make his chest ache.

sometimes you whispered his name.

one night, he dreamt of drowning.

not violently, but slow. a mouth against his. hands in his hair. the weightless kind of surrender.

he woke up in a sweat. the room was too quiet. you were watching him.

“you came to me.” you said.

he sat up, heart still racing. “no.”

you smiled. “yes.”

he stood up and crossed the room in two steps. the water sloshed and you struggled slightly against your restraints.

“tell me what you want.” you said.

his jaw tensed. “you.”

“then take me.”

but he didn’t move.

SIM JAEYUN.

the first time jake heard it, he thought it was a whale’s noise. it was high pitched, melodic, and too rhythmic to be natural.

but the data didn’t match. and the way the sound made his stomach turn? whales didn’t do that.

he checked the equipment again. it was static. then the echo returned.

just three low and haunting notes, rising like a secret from the ocean floor.

he played it back in the lab, looping it under layers of filter. he charted it, graphed it, and tried to match it to anything in the database. nothing.

so, naturally, he got on a boat.

the cove was off limits. too shallow for research and too isolated for docking. the locals called it cursed.

but jake didn’t believe in curses. he believed in discovery.

he anchored near the rocks and waited with his headphones on, eyes scanning the shore.

for three days, nothing.

and then, on the fourth, the water shimmered.

but not like light. like movement.

you surfaced slowly, arms resting on the rocks, hair sleek from the water. your eyes met his, not startled nor shy. just aware.

he yelped, actualy yelped, and nearly dropped his notebook into the sea.

you stared at him.

he stared back.

“you’re real.” he breathed.

you tilted your head, smiling slightly. “i’ve always been real.”

“i thought— i mean, i didn’t— wait, wait, don’t go.” he pulled his headphones off, scrambling for his camera.

“i’m not going anywhere.”

he visited every day after that.

at first, he asked questions. do you live here? what are you? can you breathe underwater? why does your voice sound like music?

you answered some. avoided others.

“you don’t write any of this down.” you said one afternoon, watching him lean over the edge of the boat.

he flushed. “would you want me to?”

your smile was soft. almost sweet. “no.”

the sun burned his neck and he forgot to log his hours. his supervisor called once and he ignored it.

you became the thing his life orbited around.

your voice. your face. the way you dipped beneath the water mid sentence just to tease him, hair fanning behind you like you knew exactly how pretty you were.

“i think about you all the time.” he said one evening.

you raised an eyebrow. “that’s not safe.”

“i know.”

you didn’t move away when he reached for you that time.

PARK SUNGHOON.

sunghoon didn’t remember walking to the cliffs.

it happened often now. he would be at his desk one moment, pencil in hand, and the next he would be standing barefoot in the grass, eyes fixed on the horizon like it had whispered his name.

he told himself that it was just the isolation.

no one visited the cabin anymore. no phone signal or mail. it was only the sea and the sky and the sound of the wind pressing against the windows at night.

and you. he started painting you before he ever saw you. at first, it was just a shape. curved lines, dark eyes, and a mouth half parted. he would sketch for hours without realizing his hands were moving. every page in his book began to blur with you.

he dreamed of water pooling around your waist, hair like seaweed floating behind you. of your voice.

he couldn’t remember what it sounded like, but he woke up missing it.

one morning, he found himself by the shoreline, barefoot again, sketchbook tucked under one arm.

the wind had gone still and you showed yourself again.

half submerged, spine arched, sunlight kissing your collarbones. you didn’t move when he stepped closer. didn’t even say anything.

but you watched him.

his breath caught in his throat. “i’ve seen you before.”

you smiled faintly. “i know.”

“you’re not real.”

you tilted your head. “does that matter?”

he stepped into the shallows, shoes forgotten in the grass.

“no. i don’t think it does.” he murmured.

he painted you for days.

from memory first. then from the little details he stole during those dreamlike visits. your knuckles, the way your lashes caught light, the scar on your side. you never came all the way to shore but you didn’t hide either.

“why me?” he asked once, brush resting between his fingers.

you sat on a rock, voice low. “because you see things the way they are.”

he looked down at the portrait. “i don’t think i do.”

you only slipped back beneath the surface.

the painting never dried. no matter how long he left it out, the oils stayed wet.

he didn’t tell anyone. there was no one to tell, but deep down, he knew what it meant.

you weren’t just in his dreams anymore.

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I'll read this tmrw trust I need to sleep rn unfortunately :/

           SHOULD I STAY , kang taehyun .

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇，❝ taehyun confesses. and not just one thing. ❞

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YN

          𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍’𝐒 words echoed in my ears, as i tried my best to believe them, to try hear the sincerity behind them.

“what if i stayed?”

what if taehyun did stay? afterall, that’s all i had wanted four years ago. i had begged him to stay, and then, he was gone. left, without a trace, shattering my heart, only to return and play with it again.

like we were kids again.

“yn?” taehyun murmured, his tone laced with worry. his tongue darted out to wet his lips, clearly apprehensive at the lack of my response.

my heart clenched. i wanted to believe him. but my mind knew better than that.

“stay? why? so you can just leave again?” i asked, my voice bitter.

something flickered behind taehyun’s gaze.

“yn—i—i didn’t know, that me leaving—”

“taehyun, i begged you for days on end,” i started, my voice shaky, “i begged you, not to leave. to not leave me alone. to not shut me out.”

taehyun didn’t speak.

“and when i thought i managed to convince you. you left. that night, without a trace,” tears pricked the corners of my eyes as i struggled to stay calm, “all you left was a note, with one word scribbled onto it. ‘sorry.’”

“sorry? sorry? that’s all you had to say taehyun? sorry?”

“but—i was yn.” taehyun whispered, his gaze directed at the ground.

i shook my head. “if you were truly sorry, you wouldn’t have left like that. you wouldn’t have left me like that, when i was hurting. when i needed you.”

taehyun opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it, opting for silence.

the silence between us was louder than any apology.

but it wasn’t just silent between me and taehyun—no. everything else around us was quieter as well. 

trees had stopped swaying in the wind. birds had stopped chirping. leaves had stopped rustling.

and my heart had stopped beating with that same intensity as when i saw taehyun again for the first time.

i turned to leave. i wouldn’t let taehyun see me cry. just like last time.

“yn.”

i stopped.

“i left without saying anything, because—because i knew if i saw you again, i wouldn’t be able to leave.”

my breath hitched in my throat.

“and i also knew, i couldn’t tell you what i truly felt at that moment—and what i still feel now.”

i turned, taehyun was right behind me.

his voice was quiet, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

“what—” i whispered, “what is it taehyun..?”

“i’m in love with you.”

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pls reblog n like n support my gfie this smau is gonna be LIT TRUSTTT IK HER N SHE DOESN'T PLAY WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING OTAY???? yes I'm seated for this popcorn and yin's lovely smooth hand in mine (if she lets me) <3

ㅤ𝖣𝖱𝗂𝖵𝖤 𝖴 𝖢𝖱𝖠𝖹𝖸 ★ 𝒻𝗍 𝖭.𝖱𝖪

. . . 𝓌𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇 : having nishimura riki as your roommate is not for the weak of heart (like, seriously, does he have to look so freaking gorgeous all the damn TIME ?!) ──── ^ - ^ %texts + written 🏠 roommates2lovers suggestive [ fwb trope ] ❝ swearing! ❀ XO

      #      ST✮R CAST!───nishimura riki & yang jungwon, enhypen. naoi rei & lee hyunseo, ive. kim woonhak, boynextdoor. jeong yoonchae, katseye. kim dohoon & han jihoon, tws. lee wonhee, illit ୨୧ GENRE; / crack+fluff ( • ˕ • ) ++ very little nonchalant ni-ki agenda in this household but he's Lowkey a fuckboy _ reader is lowkey broke asf ( me core )

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0000 profilez ( bensoon boone fan club ) ( #fboiz )

0001 sidewalk is my new home.

0002 wow, what a gorgeous DOOR!

0003 . . . h-hallway ? 🤤

0004 nawt the extra closet space 🥵

0005 ooh la la, fancy kitchen counter

0006 the . . . bedroom . . . . . ?

0007 sofa is a goddamn opp.

0008 new shower curtains #win

0009 it was ni-ki, with a candlestick, in the living room

( 𓇼 ) 𝑓𝗋𝑜𝗆 陰. i finally decided it's time to go back to my og brand ... roommates ( w/ benefits ) to lovers. this probably won't start till like september but please show your support as i have a very yummy plot planned ><

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nishimura riki came into your life rather suddenly—a friend of a friend introduced you two because, well, you needed a roommate and he just so happened to have a free room!

over the weeks, though, as you've gotten to know him; you have learnt a total of 3 things.

firstly, he's ... actually somewhat of a dork. the 6'1, slightly intimidating build of his just so happens to hide that very well.

secondly, he's the perfect roommate you could ever ask for.

he cooks (amazingly well. and somehow he knows how to perfectly cook all your favorite foods ? you can't help but think he does it just so he can surprise you with them on random occasions), keeps everything clean, isn't too loud. usually, that is.

he does have, uh ... guests over pretty often though.

... thirdly, he's really fucking persuasive.

that can be the only reason why you find yourself in your current predicament ... i.e, under him.

ni-ki presses kiss after kiss to your neck, completely unaware of the effect he has on you. it's just another thursday for him, you suppose. that would definitely explain all the times he's been able to lead you straight to his bed, after all.

you've never really talked about this arrangement that seems to have developed between the two of you. he's made it plenty clear that it's only casual though. maybe he just likes the convenience.

but ... you don't think you can deal with this anymore. you have to say something.

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wow yum yum highly recommend kira likeys

• Just keep it cool - 심재윤 ↳ ┊: oops! - illit

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆building legos with jake, featuring his pretty hands ⨾

۶ৎ idol!jake x fem!reader┆fluff, a pinch of suggestiveness┆petnames, kisses, jake’s hands┆wc 484

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: jake’s hands…#needthat 🤭

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

let's be honest. sim jaeyun had the prettiest hands in the world, no room for arguments.

engenes would thirst over how gorgeous jake's hands were and it just made you giggle, knowing that those pretty hands were all yours.

"yunnie!! i bought us some lego roses that we can make together!" you excitedly skipped into the room, showing your boyfriend the cute box of legos.

"angel, you're so adorable," jake simped, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you.

you plopped down next to him on the floor, sliding the box over to him. but instead of picking up the box, he gently lifted your hand, pressing a kiss against it. something he always liked to do.

"luckily for us, i have the rest of the day off! so we can build legos all day," he grins, resembling a puppy.

you're both halfway through your roses when your fingers start to ache, tired of snapping together small pieces of plastic. that's when your gaze slowly drifts to jake's hands, skillfully putting together the rose, piece by piece.

but you didn't give a damn about the rose right now, not when jake's hands were so perfect. the way his veins ran across the back of his hands, running along his forearms too. the way his long, slender fingers nimbly snapped pieces together. god—it was driving you insane.

by now, jake had noticed you had stopped building, glancing over to find your eyes on his hands, no expression on your face, just...admiration.

"angel? you okay?" he tilts his head towards you, jolting you out of your little fantasy.

"huh? oh yeah.." you blush. "just distracted."

"hm? by what sweetheart?" jake smirks. you didn't realize it until now, but he's closer. his body shifted an inch or two closer to yours, his plump lips hovering over your own.

but you don't answer, you're too embarrassed to. so you just shake your head, not wanting to say anything.

"ah-ah, don't do that sweetheart. tell me," he warns, his voice dropping to a lower decibel. dammit! why'd that have to be so attractive.

"your hands," you squeak, a red flush instantly hitting your cheeks. but jake just laughs.

"you're so adorable," he chuckles, his hand finding your chin. he closes the gap between the two of you, his lips smashed against yours.

"hmm, you taste like strawberries," he sighs against your lips. "you want my hands angel? well now you have 'em." he brings his large hands to yours, letting you trace the veins along his arms and up to his knuckles.

"so pretty yunnie," you say shyly, feeling the way his veins stuck out.

"yeah? my pretty baby has a thing for hands, hm?" he muses, kissing you again. "they're all yours sweetheart."

and the two of you sat on the floor, you straddled in jake's lap, tracing over his pretty hands, and the legos long forgotten.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐉𝐢𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jomisu, @nxzz-skz, @ancnymcnzjy, @hyukabean, @annybah, @ijustwannareadstuff20, @chaeneu, @17ericas, @firstclassjaylee, @riribelle, @right-person-wrong-time, @cheruphic, @woniefication, @melodiessvy, @soona-huh, @kiwicup, @yuuuraaa, @manariee, @ryuunaaa, @biradoobee, @haniipie

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IM READING THIS IN A BIT IM BUSY RN

           I'VE GOT YOU , park sunghoon .

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇，❝ sunghoon lifts you back up. in more ways than one. ❞

383────bf!sunghoon! ⋆ gn!reader! ✶ drabble , fluffy fluffy fluff , established relationship , sunghoon is a cutie stvrrs notes.ᐟ HIHIHIIHIHIHIHIHIHIIHI i PROMISE im working on that sunoo fanfic i'm just slow BUT PLS ENJOY THIS WHILE I FORCE MYSELF TO FINISH IT ALSO ALSO im opening a taglist!! comment if u would like me to add u to it !! <33 pls consider checking out my library if u enjoyed this !! REBLOGS+LIKES+COMMENTS APPRECIATED!!!!!

ʜᴏᴍᴇ , ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ .

YN

          “𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 i said we should go on a ‘cool’ date, this is not what i had in mind.” i grumbled, clutching onto the railing like my life depended on it.

sunghoon laughed, easily gliding towards me. show-off.

“well—what exactly did you have in mind then, love?” he asked, his tone sweet, even as he smirked at me knowingly.

“not this..” i muttered, silently cursing myself for not having a comeback.

he grinned, effortlessly skating laps around the rink.

sunghoon looked completely in his element, the way his hair fell into his eyes, the stupid grace in every movement. it was infuriating.

and unfair.

why did he get to look like a winter olympian while i looked like bambi on ice?

i huffed, glaring at my feet for not behaving the same way sunghoon’s did.

it was silent for a moment, the sound of my skates scratching the ice echoing through the rink. my legs shook and i could feel myself slipping for a third time. great.

“come here.”

sunghoon’s gentle voice made me look up.

he had his arms outstretched, beckoning towards him, a small smile on his face.

i looked at him skeptically. “like hell i am. if i let go i’m falling!” 

sunghoon grinned, his fangs peeking out, as he tried to hold back a laugh.

“it’s not like you’re going to die.”

“tell that to my legs, they haven’t stopped shaking since the moment i stepped onto the ice!”

“oh come on,” sunghoon teased, “it’s easy once you get the hang of it. or are you just scared?”

i glared at him playfully. just as i was about to reply with something witty, i could feel my grip on the railing slipping. my skates began to slide in opposite directions, and i was losing my balance once again.

i prepared myself for the fall, squeezing my eyes shut and awaiting the bite of the ice on my behind. but it never hit.

instead, i felt warmth.

curious, i opened my eyes, noticing someone’s arms around me.

his arms were warm. firm. steady.

my breath caught in my throat, and i could feel my face heating up.

i didn’t dare move. i didn’t want to.

“it’s okay,” sunghoon whispered, his breath hot against the back of my neck, “i’ve got you.”

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𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.

⤷⤷ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 heeseung keeps failing level one. on purpose?

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.ᐟ teasing!heeseung!⋆gen!neutral!reader!

𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦.ᐟ drabble, fluff fluff fluff, no established relationship BUT reader and heeseung CLEARLY like each other, teasing, just a whole lot of cuteness hehe

𝘴𝘵𝘷𝘳𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴.ᐟ GUYS TYSM 4 65 FOLLOWERS AHHH also yes another heeseung drabble im sorry but expect a sunoo fanfic soon 👅👅 ALSO ALSO im opening a taglist!! comment if u would like me to add u to it !! <33 pls consider checking out my library if u enjoyed this !! REBLOGS+LIKES+COMMENTS APPRECIATED!!!!! wrd count۶ৎ 408

ʜᴏᴍᴇ , ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ .

YN

          "𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆!" i groaned, for the nth time that night, “can you please take this the slightest bit seriously?”

“i promise i am.” heeseung grinned sheepishly. he wasn’t.

the tv screen flickered softly in the dim room, casting shifting shadows across the walls. the curtains were drawn tight, guarding us from the light outside, which threatened to sneak inside through the windows. the scent of warm brownies lingered in the air, sweet and rich, mingling with the comforting smell of heeseung’s hoodie—oversized and enveloping me.

heeseung always lent me his clothes. said it didn’t bother him.

heeseung shifted beside me, his knee brushing against my leg, sending sparks through my body, just as it did the first time.

the screen flashed again, big, bright letters in the colour red reading “TRY AGAIN.”.

“heeseung!” i pouted, slumping further in my seat on the sofa as heeseung’s hoodie swallowed me further, “you’re so good at games, why are you failing this level so much!?”

he chuckled, ruffling my hair slightly. 

“this level is extremely difficult yn.”

“heeseung. we’re playing level one. this level is quite literally the easiest level ever to exist.” i said, my voice flat as i glared at him.

heeseung grinned.

that smile.

that same smile that made my stomach twist.

just like it did the first time i saw it.

“i can’t help it,” he shrugged, leaning back against the sofa, his eyes never leaving mine, “you keep pouting and making those adorable expressions and looking at me with those wide eyes every time i lose. it’s the cutest thing in the world. how can i concentrate when you’re right next me!?”

my breath hitched at his words—just slightly.

cute? adorable?

heeseung seriously thought that about me?

i licked my lips, trying to regain control of my thoughts. i didn’t dare look heeseung in the eye, because i may have fainted if i did.

i rolled my eyes, looking away to hide the flush in my cheeks. “th-that’s not a valid excuse.”

“it is if i’m trying to keep you here longer.”

my eyes snapped back to him.

heeseung was still smiling—but it was softer now. more sincere.

heeseung blinked, like he was suddenly aware of what he’d said. like maybe he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly acutely aware of the silence.

but he didn’t take it back.

i swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.

“...then keep losing.”

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yum yum yum me likey, me likey likey likey, me likey likey likey (stan twice) (live laugh love twice & kirayin) (#kirayinworlddomination)

 ㅤ( 🍰 ) ㅤ OO.O7AM;ㅤ𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲

midnight shopping with ni-ki 𖹭 225% > ﹏ <。 𝗰𝘄 # one (1) tooth rottingly fluff line ﾟ

it's all fun and games visiting a nearby store and going on a snack run late at night with your best friend. you're both just goofing around, laughing at each others' antics and having a good time in general.

... until, of course, you accidentally get separated from him, at one point of time.

you're not worried at all though, it's a small enough store ... plus you could just call him if you're completely unable to find him.

but as you distract yourself with some desserts kept on display, you feel a hand grab your wrist and pull you towards them ...

it's ni-ki. looking extremely shaken up. huh?

"i thought i lost you, what were you thinking??" he questions you rather seriously, but you can't help but find the uncharacteristic worry lining his face so, so cute ...

you just can't let go of an opportunity to tease him. piping up in a playfully lilting tone you ask, "aww, were you scared? did you feel your heart break at the thought of losing me for-ev-er~?"

his grip tightens on your wrist, slightly, before he raises your hand up to his lips to gently kiss the inner side of it.., "you really think i'd have let you go that easily? i'd have tracked you down even if it meant scaling the entire galaxy."

oh.

        𝖤𝖷𝖳𝖱𝖠! [ <3 ] literally so short . i dont even wanna talk about it. this does not deserve taglist. anyw original was for seunghan! my king imy

ㅤㅤㅤ© YiNTUAL ♡ 2025

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HELLO do we need to have a conversation 😇😇😇

HAI yes .... we need to have a conversation, in my bedroom, on my bed, with chapstick and lips... 😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇

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i wanna do this with @yintual .... am i even straight anymore?

LIP BALM ⪩⪨ 𝗇𝗋𝗄

𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄， 𝗇𝗂𝗄𝗂 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌

❪ 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❫ 𖹭 𝗇𝗋𝗄 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋 1002 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿────── ✿ 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 贅沢

REBLOG FOR  ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠  KISSES

“are you doing this on purpose?”

you can only stare at riki after asking the question, lips still tingling, your cherry lip balm shining a little too obviously in the soft glow of your bedroom. your chest rises and falls, not just from the dozen tiny kisses he’s already stolen, but from the way he looks at you—eyes full of something unreadable, unreadable only because it’s so much.

“doing what?” he says innocently, scooting even closer, his knees bumping yours like it's the most casual thing in the world.

you narrow your eyes. “you know that was cherry.”

“hmm,” he hums, head tilted, acting like he’s giving it serious thought. “i was gonna say, bubblegum?”

you sigh, “riki.”

he grins. you shove his shoulder. “you’re literally the worst at this game.”

he doesn’t budge. “maybe i just need another taste.”

your breath catches because he says it so casually—but you barely have time to react before he’s leaning in again, one hand cradling your jaw as he steals another kiss. it’s short, warm, and he pulls away far too quickly.

“okay,” he says, nodding dramatically. “yep. definitely cherry.”

you blink at him. “you just said bubble—”

he cuts you off with another kiss. and then another. and another.

soft. slow. fluttery. one on your upper lip, another at the corner of your mouth, like he’s sampling every spot he can get away with.

“riki—!” you try, voice breathy, but he kisses you again, this time with his palm splayed against your cheek, thumb brushing your skin like he’s memorizing the way you feel.

“you were saying?” he murmurs, lips barely brushing yours.

you swat at his chest, flushed and overwhelmed and trying very hard not to completely melt into a puddle. “you’re cheating.”

“you’re distracting,” he counters, pecking you again, smiling like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

you shake your head, grabbing a different balm—peach this time—and swipe it on with trembling hands. “alright. one more. and i swear, if you guess it wrong again—”

“you’ll what?” he says, that same teasing glint in his eyes as he inches closer. “kiss me back?”

“riki.”

“what?” he shrugs, and it’s so casual, the way he slides his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap like you belong there. your thighs straddle his without much warning, and his hands settle comfortably on your hips.

“you’re ridiculous,” you mutter, heart racing as your fingers find the soft fabric of his hoodie, gripping it like it’ll steady you.

he doesn’t reply. just looks at you.

and then kisses you again—this time deeper.

your breath stutters.

it’s not rushed. not frantic. it’s slow and warm, his lips brushing yours over and over, like he’s learning you by heart. his hands stay at your waist, fingers curling slightly, grounding you against him. your hands end up cupping his jaw, pulling him closer because you can’t help it anymore.

your noses bump a little, you giggle into the kiss, and he pulls back just enough to smile against your lips. “that one’s definitely, strawberry?”

you pull away, just an inch, laughing breathlessly. “peach, riki.”

“damn,” he says with a lazy grin, eyes half-lidded as he chases your lips again. “guess i need another try.”

you can’t even pretend to protest this time.

“i don’t wanna guess anymore,” he says finally, and his voice is softer now. lower. “kinda just wanna…”

he trails off, but his eyes are fixed on your lips again. you swallow.

“just wanna what?” you whisper.

his gaze flickers up to yours. he leans in, eyes never leaving your lips. “this.”

he kisses you again, and this time there’s nothing playful about it.

his other hand finds your waist, sliding under the hem of your oversized hoodie, fingers brushing the warm skin there. you gasp into his mouth and feel him smile against you, like he’s proud of himself for catching you off guard.

your hands clutch at his hoodie, pulling him closer without thinking. you tilt your head just enough to deepen the kiss and feel the way he exhales sharply through his nose. his fingers press more firmly against your waist, grounding you as you shift into his lap, straddling him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

he groans softly into your mouth when your hips settle against his.

“god,” he breathes, breaking the kiss just long enough to look at you, lips red and pupils blown. “you’re gonna kill me.”

you laugh, but it comes out breathless. “you deserve it.”

he grins, tugging you down into another kiss—and this one’s slower, hungrier. his tongue traces your bottom lip and your lips part before you can even think about it. he kisses you deeper now, head tilted just enough that your noses don’t bump, his fingers splayed across your back like he’s afraid you’ll float away if he lets go.

you feel dizzy—in a good way. in a way you can’t believe he’s kissing you like this.

his kisses are messy now. greedy. your name slips from his lips in a quiet breath between kisses, and it does something to your chest—warms it, cracks it open, makes your heart beat louder than it should.

you pull back just enough to catch your breath, both of you panting, foreheads pressed together.

he looks up at you with that stupidly handsome face and says, “so, that one was, let me guess, uh, mint?”

you blink.

then burst out laughing, forehead dropping to his shoulder. “you’re so annoying.”

“what?” he grins against your temple. “i’m really bad at this game.”

you lift your head just enough to meet his eyes, cheeks flushed, lips tingling. “you just wanted to kiss me.”

he doesn’t deny it. instead, he brushes his nose against yours and whispers, “can you blame me?”

and you don’t answer. not with words. just with another kiss, just a little slower this time, like you’re both trying to memorize the shape of this moment.

and maybe you are.

스루 ܃ manifesting this exact scenario to happen to both you and me in the future, twin 🙁

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me likey likey this 😋😋

࣪ ִֶָ☾. i don't wanna wait for tonight - na jaemin

⤷ playing daydreamin' by ariana grande

warnings: swearing

a/n: idk if u can tell but i am VERY normal when it comes to bbno$

mlist | part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

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EATING THIS UPPPPP MHHMHHMHHHHHHH

jaemin mini smau? I've been in nana trenches lately what can i say... i don't have a plot in mind (soz) but I'm less of an angst reader so maybe smth more fluffy? (I don't mind ur angst tho it's so good casual had me in a chokehold) if u have an idea for him then pls tag me and if u don't want to complete this req it's okay!!!!! ilysm bae <333

࣪ ִֶָ☾. i don't wanna wait for tonight - na jaemin

⤷ playing daydreamin' by ariana grande

genre: coworker! jaemin who flirts with u way too much, but u kind of like the attention (not that you'd ever admit that especially to him), so ig tsundere? y/n

warnings: short mention of a creepy customer who literally never gets mentioned again, swearing

a/n: i think everyone deserves to be in the nana trenches at some point... that man is too fine 🤤 so i couldn't NOT do nana fluff 😋😋 ilysmt too bae and i hope u enjoy <333

mlist | part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

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