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you mean TO TELL ME i have to WRITE my OWN FANFIC?!?!?!?!

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“nobody cares about your wrapped” false. i care. i’m nosy as hell post all your stats i wanna see

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For someone who is tired 100% of the time, I sure am bad at sleeping.

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One last dance

pairing: hoseok x reader 

genre: strangers to lovers to strangers again

word count: 874

author's note: got this idea when cleaning my room a few months back when this song popped up soooo here’s a drabble based on the song “one last dance” by Thomas Ng feat. Milky Day; might go ahead and write a slow burn but idk yet, hope you guys like this xx

overall idea: hoseok & y/n have one last dance for closure of a relationship that could never be (or could it?) 

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He knew she was going to be there, he just wished she would come alone, maybe every bit as sad as he felt. After all, he was tired of hiding the sorrow of the breakup and to see some recognition akin to what he was feeling in her eyes would allow him to simply - break. It was his sister’s wedding and as cliche as it sounds, the person holding his heart was to be one of the bridesmaids. You see, y/n wasn’t just someone he could ignore or try to run away from in sheer hope that the inevitable heartbreak wouldn’t reach him. But alas, as most stories go, theirs had a beginning and an end. A start like no other with the juxtaposed feelings of the new year’s fireworks and the calmest Han river picnic in one of those days that everything just is, and that’s enough.

They met at a family dinner the Jung family was hosting in celebration of the new year back in ‘21. “You HAVE to come with me y/n, I won’t accept a no this time around!”. Making her best puppy face at her best friend didn’t seem to work because two hours later she was in the parking lot of one of the fanciest restaurants in Seoul and dressed to the nines and waiting to meet Jiwoo’s boyfriend so they can all go into the private room they were having the feast at. “Jiwoo ~ please don’t leave me alone once b/n comes, your brother is gonna be here and I’m so embarrassed already” y/n hopelessly said to her friend. “I don’t know why you’re so nervous y/n, just because you like his group doesn’t mean he’ll think anything of it, he’s used to people recognizing him. Also you’re not just anyone! You’re my closest friend, my family loves you and as far as Mickey is concerned, you’re as part of the family as this one here” she says pointing to her love-struck boyfriend with her know determination in her eyes. Breathing deeply y/n goes in, arms linked with her best friend as to not lose her but more so to ground her because she was about to meet the Jung Hoseok, in the flesh and it’s not like she didn’t want to meet him, she was thrilled but also aware of the “don’t meet your heroes” phrase even though she knew the rest of the family and found it hard to think he’d be anything but the amazing person they all seem to be. And so a bit (a lot) nervous, with an appetite and a kick-ass outfit she puts on a brave face and gets ready for a night she would never forget. 

The way Hoseok saw it, it was exciting to finally be able to spend the holidays with his family, eat a delicious dinner and then off to the family house for some needed sleep as the next couple of days would be nothing short of a celebration. The New Year finally gave him and the members a well deserved break (having filmed all their holiday content earlier in the summer as weird as it sounds) and now he could relax and enjoy being himself to the total extent of the word, it was going to be great. All of the sudden, he saw a new face come through the obnoxiously big double doors of the restaurant's room and before he could say anything he heard his mom. “Y/N darling! We’re so happy you were able to join us, we were wondering when we’d see you again, you’ve been busy with work-” and as his mom continued talking to this stranger who she seemed to know well enough to hug, he couldn’t help but stare at her, silently and adoringly. This was the last place he expected to meet anyone new really but he was pleasantly surprised nonetheless. See you would think that he’d be tired of always meeting new people and being active in most social environments he was thrown into, and he was - but this right here, right now, felt like destiny. He usually left all that lovey, destiny stuff to jungkook, for the maknae truly believed to his core that he would hear bells ringing when he met the love of his life. He now wasn’t too convinced he was wrong. From the entrance of the room he failed to notice his sister staring at him, a knowing smile on her face. “Hobi-ah! How are you? How’s everything going?” He snapped out of his trance-like state and turned to Jiwoo with a bright smile on his face and a faint blush on his cheeks, hoping she didn’t catch him, but he knew her too well to assume anything but. 

After warm hugs and a bit of catching up with her friend’s mom, y/n was left alone before Jiwoo called her to come and join the little group. “Hobi~ this is y/n, y/n this is my brother Hoseok”. Awestruck, both of them, and they all could see it but them. a stuttering, smiles all around type of meet-cute of two people that didn’t know were destined to be until this very moment.

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i love you beginner artists i love you new writers i love you amateur hobbyists i love you just starting off creatives i love you artistic improvement i love you creative passion

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Franz Kafka // Sylvia Plath

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god this scene i haven’t written would be so emotional if it came with 50k words of context i also haven’t written

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school has kept me busy but I finally got a chance to start writing again! expect something soon ~

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are you KIDDING ME JOON

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Me, Myself, and RM | ‘Entirety’

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Me, myself and RM

+ eyes

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Namjoon is a menace for this

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Stumbles out of google docs covered in blood

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❤️‍🔥Chicago❤️‍🔥

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YUMMY 😋

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Stargazing

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.3K+

Author’s note: Hi, welcome to my blog! I’ve always enjoyed writing for myself and decided that is finally time for me to open a space to share my work. I’m really proud of this first dabble, and I hope you all like it as well ♡

Any other night she would be sitting at her desk writing, or attempting to be productive, but today is not one of those days. After weeks of her boyfriend being busy touring the country and giving press conferences with his group, he was finally home and decided to conclude their busy couple of months with a group dinner – just the guys and their significant others obviously, for privacy and really because “we want to celebrate with the most important people in the world, they felt like they didn’t need anyone else he had said to her earlier that week.

She knew this day was coming but what she didn’t anticipate was the way she felt so out of the otherwise close-knit group. You see, the other members had their fun with models and even other idols, so she was used to seeing them bring a random miss popularity every now and then, she never thought anything of it, Joon and her have always been the one stable relationship in the group. The boys being young, rich, and famous & not wanting to commit to more than flings due to this made sense, she wanted them to enjoy all the privileges of their success and whatnot. She however never thought that maybe Joon wasn’t fully experiencing it and the more she thought about it the more she thought – it's my fault. In her mind, a whirlwind of newfound feelings and thoughts were invading her head, why did she never stop and ask him if this is what he wanted, if he really was happy experiencing a half ass love (as she now was thinking of it) where they don’t get to do public things or cuddle wherever they want. Confined only to the intimacy of the four walls in their houses; was Joon wasting her time with her… a normal, simple college graduate who writes with the desire of being published one day and a part-time job at the local coffee shop? As all these thoughts started clouding her mind too fast to think clearly, she failed to notice the concern frown of her dimpled boyfriend on the other side of the table.

“Babe, do you want me to pour you some?” It takes her a good two seconds to realize who that voice belongs to, looking up she meets the concerned eyes her boyfriend tries to mask with a smile and bottle in his hand. With a small smile she hopes distract him, she answers “Uuh – I need to go get some air Joon actually, I’ll be right back” and before he has a chance to reply, she is already standing and grabbing her purse to exit the cozy, private room. Her mind a mess and a tightness in her chest she can’t seem to shake off, guide her to the outside of the restaurant and into the adjacent wall where she leans against moments after. Was she finally seeing her relationship for what it was? Would Joon be happier without her to stop him from enjoying the benefits of his superstar status? A voice inside her told her she wasn’t enough and that he would soon find out the truth – that is – he needed someone from the same world as him. Ando so, with the moon as witness and tears threatening to fall, she turns to leave. Only to be stopped by someone holding her wrist, for a minute she panics but as the hand on her wrist turns softer, she turns around and faces her love, the one she was leaving for.

He stares at her like she holds the stars in her eyes, and maybe it’s the tears kept in her lower lash line that have him wanting to look at her as if stargazing the sky. Because even there with fear of uncertainty and a slight frown; he still finds her effortlessly beautiful. In turn, she looks at him and chuckles sadly at the irony of him catching her leaving and asks the moon why she tortures her like this, why couldn’t she have just gone quietly… this hurts “but is necessary” the voice in her head argues and convinces herself. “You don’t want to be with me” she tells him. “I am complicated and stubborn and simple, you don’t belong to me, to someone with whom you can’t share the best moments in life with” His hold on her wrist tightens again and he’s speechless because how could she ever think such a thing, has he done something wrong? He breaks things all the time but it was never his intention to break her but before he can spiral out she interferes his thoughts – “this right here (she signals to the space separating them), is me being nice” because I can’t let you ruin yourself for me, she omits – “so go, find someone who you belong to, some lucky girl with stars in her eyes and a face as beautiful as yours; someone from your world that you can hold onto in public without fear of getting caught”. She wants to say more, to tell him that he deserves the world, that he who has sacrificed so much and given so many, has to no longer sacrifice himself nor tore a part of him for her. That she lets him go so he doesn’t have to suffer the consequences of their relationship.

Namjoon is being quiet through this, and she thinks that maybe that’s for the best because if he asks her to stay, she doesn’t know if she could muster the strength to not be selfish and do exactly that, which would only complicate things for him. All whilst all he can do is frown and look at her, with tears threatening to spill, he asks her “Do you know why I love art so much?”, she can only stare for a moment, taken a bit aback by the weird question. He doesn’t wait for a reply “it’s because art isn’t meant to be beautiful or perfect, it’s supposed to make you feel something. You – make me feel something. No museums or galleries or walks through red carpets make me feel like you do. You are art and I want to be with you, to experience life with you, to listen and learn with you.” She gulps, diverting her gaze to the side of the street where they stand. In the middle of the night, in between lost lovers and bars that can barely be heard due to the battle in her head – to stay or not to stay, she thinks to herself. It’s like time stops for them and she doesn’t have a reply. No witty response, no logical reason to actually tell him he’s wrong because by the way he stares at her longingly and the grip in her wrist, both gentle but firm, grounds her and dissipates the doubts she created in her mind. Because Kim Namjoon, this beautiful human who she could only think of as an unreachable entity once upon a time, is bearing his soul for her to take it, to run with it, to plead that she come back to the safety of his arms. And so, she does just that – Both with tears in their eyes, are caught in an embrace a little too long and a little too strong. His lips let out a thankful sigh and all she can think is that maybe, just maybe this is what trust is, what love is, and that ultimately it is okay to fall and let him hold her. And maybe art isn’t beautiful all the time and the sky does not always seem as bright as its stars, but neither is love and that’s okay. She stares up at him and for the first time in a long time she thinks that she can do this, they can do this. And so, she smiles, a real genuine smile this time as she stargazes into the sparkles in his eyes, and he does the same. Content in each other's embrace, they know that as long as they’re together, they will be alright.

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