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hi twin ur theme is so stunning > <

hello !? the audacity to compliment me when ur theme looks like that 😅 yours is literal perfection but thank you bubs love you always 🥰

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your theme is so refreshing !

thank you angel 🥹🪽 i was worried it looked a bit messy so that means a lot..

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love is a bruise‎ ‎ ﹔ ‎ ‎ ‎parkjongseong

fem! reader ✴︎ prologue college au introspective romance fluff soft angst wc 1.8k ( y/n's pov ) warnings before you read mentions of stress, family pressure, emotional hurt

• ‎ ‎ ‎ a story about timing, silence, and the kind of love that changes you. she didn't believe in fate⎯until he made her believe in something more. now he's back, and she's not sure what to do with the pieces left behind.

fate is a strange thing. not the kind of strange that makes you curious⎯more like the kind that makes you wonder if anything was ever really in your hands to begin with. i used to think that fate was a fairytale. something people told themselves when life didn't go the way they wanted. i don't believe in signs, or soulmates, or the idea that the universe was ever on anyone's side. because some of us don't get to believe in stuff like that. some of us grow up too fast. we learn how to keep our heads down, to carry the weight of others like it's second nature. we learn that silence is sometimes safer than hope. and that being loved is a privilege, not a given. i didn't have space for fate. not when i was busy trying to be perfect. not when i had people depending on me. not when life was a carefully drawn map i wasn't allowed to step off from. responsibility came first. my siblings, my family, their expectations. the kind of love i knew was duty, not warmth. i guess what's why i never saw it coming⎯ him. park jongseong. jay park. the person who ruined every rule i'd written for myself. the person who made me question everything i thought i knew about love. because love, to me, was never gentle. it wasn't safety or comfort. it was loud. painful. something that slipped through your fingers the moment you started to want it. and when jay came into my life, he didn't ask for permission. he just.. existed. soft in all places i was hardened. patient when i couldn't even be patient with myself. and god, i hated him for it. because the more i tried to push him away, the more he stayed. he made me laugh when i didn't want to. he looked at me like i wasn't broken. he made it so easy to forget why i built walls in the first place. and i let him in. slowly, quietly, without realizing that he was already in every part of me. but not all stories are meant to stay soft. we broke. and when it ended, it didn't feel like an explosion. it felt like an echo⎯one that kept repeating in my chest long after he left. losing him wasn't just heartbreak. it was losing a version of myself i'd only started to know. and for a while, i told myself it was over. i learned how to live with the quiet. how to stop waiting for messages that would never come. how to breathe again without looking for him. but fate⎯ fate doesn't care about timing. it doesn't care if you've healed or if you're still bleeding. it brings people back when you're least ready for it. and now, he's here again. in the same city. under the same sky. with the same voice that used to say my name like it meant something. i don't know what i'm supposed to do with this. i don't know how to look at him without remembering every version of us. the almosts. the late nights. the things we didn't say. but maybe.. maybe fate is less about destiny and more about choice. maybe it's not about waiting for things to happen, but about letting yourself believe that something good can happen again. even after everything. and if seeing him again is fate's way of testing me⎯ then maybe this time, i won't run. this time, i'll stay.

by wonio if this doesn't flop, i'll write jay's pov as a continuation of the story ><

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kinda wanna add more people on insta hehe drop ur @s if u guys feel comfy! let’s be moots ⭐️

[wonio]

HI MOOTIEEE i love ur works sm > < also, do you have an insta ? i am way more active on there :0

hi angel 😽 THANK YOU SOO MUCH, that truly means a lot to me ♡

i do have instagram! it’s @ rumeurie ( it’s new so the profile’s kinda empty TT ), let’s have a chat!

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pretend ‎ ‎ ‎ ﹔ ‎ ‎ ‎simjaeyun

fem! reader ‎‎ ‎ ✴︎ ‎ ‎ ‎ fluff fake dating friends2lovers wc around 1.2k

"you don't have to hold my hand when no one's looking" you say it without looking at him, voice quiet, but jake hears it anyway. he doesn't let go. "i know," he says, like it means something else. like he knows exactly what he's doing. and maybe that's what messed with your head the most. how he's too good at this, how his hand never leaves yours, how he remembers your coffee order and always makes sure you're walking on the inside of the street, how he stares a little too long when you're not even dressed up, and say things like "you're really pretty, you know that?" you don't know if he's acting or not. you don't know if you want him to be. because it was supposed to be simple⎯help him get over someone else, pretend to be together for a while, laugh it off when it's done. no feelings, no confusion. but then it's his hoodie that you wear when you're cold. it's his fingers brushing hair out of your face. it's him whispering, "you okay?" at that party when you looked overwhelmed. you wish he didn't look so sincere all the time. like he really sees you. you're in his car now. parked somewhere quiet, with the windows fogged up from how long you've been sitting in silence. the city hums outside. his playlist plays low. and still, neither of you says anything.

he glances over. "you ever forget we're faking it?" you freeze. you don't answer. you don't have to. because when you look at him, he's already look at you⎯smile faint, eyes soft in that stupid, ruin⎯you kind of way. "i do," he says, like it's a confession that's been weighing on him. and it knocks the air right of you. not the words⎯but the way he says them. like they're the truth. your heart's loud in your ears. and then he looks away. hand still holding yours. "sorry." you should let go. you should say something that makes this easier. makes it safe again. but you don't. you squeeze his hand instead. it's quiet again. then⎯ "can i kiss you?" you blink. you turn, slow. the question just.... hangs there. between you and him. he's serious. a little nervous. your voice is small. "why?" his eyes flick to your lips. then back to your eyes. "because i want to." you pull your hand back. not because you're upset, but because you need space to think. to breathe. to not feel dizzy with the way he's looking at you. "jake.." you pause. "we're not even dating." he swallows. "i know." you glance at your lap. "so if we kiss.. what does it mean?" he doesn't answer right away. you think maybe he'll drop it. maybe this will stay in that weird in-between space where no one has to admit anything. but then he exhales. slow and honest. "i like you," he says, "i think i've liked you since before all this. and this is not pretend anymore. not for me." you blink. once. twice. "then why didn't you say anything?" he lets our a soft, almost-laugh. "because you still think this was about my ex. but the only person i've ever wanted to look at me like you do... is you." silence. then, your voice, quiet but steady. "you can kiss me now." he leans in⎯careful, slower than you expect. like he's giving you time to stop him. but you don't. not when his hands finds yours again. not when his lips brush yours, soft and steady, like a promise he means to keep. and for the first time, it doesn't feel complicated. it doesn't feel fake. just jake, just you. and maybe that's all it ever needed to be. by wonio | ‎ ‎ ‎ can anyone guess what inspired this :P had this sitting in my drafts for forever

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i love the theme sm i love giselle my cunty queen i need to eat the theme

LOL she’s the reason the theme even breathes rn but ur blog eats harder so i’m honored actually 🫰🏻

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tipsy ‎ ‎ ﹔‎ ‎ ‎ parksunghoon

fem! reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ✴︎ fluff est relationship wc 600

he gets the message around eleven. • your girlfriend's drunk. • is she not with you?

his chest sinks a little. he doesn't reply, doesn't ask who or where. just grabs his keys and goes. he finds you curled up on a couch that's not yours, too loud music vibrating through the floor, too many people crammed into the room. you'r half⎯asleep, lips parted, solo cup hanging loosely in your hand. he swears under his breath. you barely register him until he's kneeling in front of you, hand reaching out gently. "hey," he says, voice low. "baby." your eyes blink open slowly, and the second you see him, your face lights up. "sunghoon," you breathe, reaching for him. he takes the cup from your hand and sets it aside. "you didn't tell me you were going out." "forgot," you mumble, eyes already fluttering shut again. "sorry." he sighs but doesn't say anything. just helps you stand, arm wrapping around your waist steady and sure. you lean into him instantly. "you're warm," you whisper, cheek pressed into his chest. "you always smell nice." he chuckles under his breath. "you're drunk." "so?" "nothing. just reminding you in case you say something you regret." you glance up at him, eyes glazed and sleepy. "i never regret saying i love you." he pauses mid step. you probably won't even remember that in the morning⎯but he will. he'll hold onto it like he always does. file it away next to every time you've said too much, every time you've looked at him like he was more than just someone you were dating. you're curled up in his bed now, half⎯asleep and wrapped in his hoodie, legs tangled in the sheets like you belong there. and honestly, you kind of do. sunghoon presses a water bottle into your hand, watching you as you take a few lazy sips. "dizzy," you murmur. "you'll feel worse in the morning." "stay?" he doesn't answer. he climbs in beside you, pulling the covers up around you shoulders. you inch closer, arms wrapping around his waist without hesitation. your fingers grip the hem of his hoodie like you're scared he'll leave. he won't. not tonight. not every, if it's up to him. you'll fall asleep before he can say anything back⎯but your hold on him doesn't loosen. and his doesn't either.

by wonio

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PARIS' SO ⎯ CALLED ‎ ‎ ‎......... ARCHiVE?????

SIM JAEYUN • ‎ ‎ ‎even if , he doesn't say it ⎯ but he didn't have to. •‎ ‎ pretend , it wasn't supposed to mean anything, until it did.

PARK SUNGHOON • tipsy , you didn't tell your bf you were out, someone else did. PARK JONGSEONG • love is a bruise , they weren’t supposed to matter to each other—until they did.

all stories written are fiction, no shade on any idols. by wonio

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hi new mootie :3

hihihi yay new mootie ><

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even if ‎ ‎ ‎﹔ simjaeyun

fem! reader ‎ ‎ ✴︎ ‎ ‎ ‎fluff comfort highschool wc 530 ‎ ‎ ‎

you don't hear it from him⎯obviously. you hear it from someone in chem who says jake got into a fight, that he swung first, and that it was over a girl. your stomach dips, but you don't ask. not because you don't care, but because you already know how he is. he won't say a word unless you force it out of him, and maybe you're a little scared to hear it from his mouth. when the bell rings, your feet move on their own. you find him sitting outside the nurse's office, hoodie up, sleeve pushed up to reveal a wrap around his hand. his lip's split and there's a bruise forming on the sides of his face. he looks up at you like he expected you to come. like he's waiting. "what the hell, jake," you mutter as you sit down beside him, voice lower than you mean it to be. he shrugs like it's nothing. "wasn't a big deal." you look down at his hand, at the way his knuckles are red and swollen. your fingers brush against his gently. he lets you hold it without flinching. "you didn't have to." it's quiet. honest. and what you mean is you shouldn't have. he glances at you, lips tugging up like this is all some kind of joke. "i know," he says. "but someone had to." and that's when your heart does that stupid thing. the achey, slow-burn kind of twist that only comes from someone who isn't your but still chooses you anyway. you hate how easily he says things that sound like more. you hate how you're still holding his hand. you hate that you don't want to let go. "you'll get suspended," you say after a pause, the words failing out softer than you mean. he hums like it's not that serious. "would you be mad?" he asks you suddenly. you blink. "if you get suspended?" he shakes his head, eyes on yours. "no, if i did it again." your chest tightens. "yeah," you reply, barely above a whisper. "i think i would." you look down again, at your fingers curled into his, at the busted skin and the warmth he's letting you hold. "you didn't have to do it for me." "wasn't for you," he says, barely a beat later. "was for the guy who thought he could talk about you like that." your tightens. "we're not even⎯" "i know." and that makes it worse. but it doesn't. because somehow, even in all the unspoken, you feel it. his hand in yours. his thumb brushing closer now, voice quieter, like this is the closest thing to a confession either of you will get. you breathe in. "next time," you whisper, "just tell me." he tilts his head. "tell you what?" you give a small smile, brushing a thumb over his bandage. "that you care." he doesn't answer right away. just stares at you, soft and sure like he's memorizing your face. then ⎯ "i do." and someone, in that moment, it feels like enough. like maybe this could be more. like maybe it already is.

by wonio

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