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Unrecognisable makeup Haircut [Dad!Hyunjin x Reader]

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warnings: none rly. tooth rotting fluff!!! i love this man sm ugh

You had a feeling it would turn out this way, but seeing it happen in real time was a whole new experience. 

You were sat on the couch in your living room with your baby in your lap when Hyunjin walked in, bouquet in hand and stars in his eyes as he took in the sight in front of him. Coming back to you; coming back home always felt so comforting. 

Long as his daughter recognised him, that is. 

“Hi. baby. Dadda’s home. Hey…” he said, making his way over to you and giving your temple a chaste kiss as a silent greeting while he talked to the barely 11 month old baby on your lap.

Silence.

She just… stared? 

She didn’t cry.

She didn’t smile.

She sat there in her onesie, holding on to her jiniret plushie for dear life while her lips trembled and brows furrowed, giving her father a look of deep betrayal.

“….Baby?” he tried again.

You tried to hide your laugh with a cough, as he looked at you with those lost puppy eyes. “I told you the buzzcut was going to confuse her.”

He looked heartbroken. “What? I’m her dad. She can’t not recognise me. We’ve spent almost every morning painting together!”

“Hyune.” You giggle. “She can barely recognise herself with a new hat. This is like, a brand new person vibe.”

Your baby sniffled and turned away from him, hiding into your neck to avoid him like he was some overly enthusiastic man trying to sell lemon squeezers.

He let out an offended gasp. “Is she hiding from me?”

You nodded solemnly. “You’re now demoted to scary bald man.”

“I’m not bald!” he protested. Your baby peeked out from her place in your neck, and gave him a glance again. He smiled at her, doing his signature finger wave in hopes of getting her to recognise the cute little gesture.

Her lips wobbled.

She started crying.

Cue thirty minutes later, Operation ‘Make Hyunjin Appa again’ was in full swing.

He had tried every trick in the book, including but not limited to-

Her favourite puppet voice,

Wearing her favourite hoodie, [Apparently the ‘you smell like hoodie. you are hoodie. hoodie=appa’ logic was not very popular]

showing her the paintings they created together.

Nothing.

She refused to be within 5 feet of him without a trusted adult by her side. 

She didn’t even accept the toys he offered to play with. Or the snacks that he offered.

You were this close to putting a hat on him and calling it a day. You could pretend the haircut never happened. 

“She liked me better when i had bangs…” he murmured into your shoulder, voice sounding distraught as he clung to you for his only source of comfort.

“She liked you better when you didn’t look like you just enlisted.” You replied, scrolling on your phone looking for ‘big hats’

“Hey. It’s not that short. C’mon.” he piped back.

You just held up your phone and showed him a single meme that you’d loved. A STAY comparing his hair to kiwi fuzz.

“Okay. Point noted.” he mumbled, resignation clear in his voice.

An hour later, you were rocking your baby to sleep in your lap when you felt a little tap on your arm. 

It was Hyunjin, obviously. With your fluffy blanket wrapped around his head like a shawl.

You blinked. And smiled at him. A confused smile, but a smile nevertheless.

“She always liked this blanket, right?” he asked in a hushed voice.

“Are you trying to camouflage your way back into your daughter’s heart, hyunnie?” you asked incredulously.

“I’m simply blending into the atmosphere she trusts. Babies are drawn towards familiarity.” He was so serious.

You were trying your best to not burst into a fit of giggles right there and then.

“She’s gonna see your carpet head and start crying again.”

“She’s going to remember me.” He said, voice oddly confident and determined this time.

He sat still on the couch as if he did it for a living. Quiet, steady breathing. No sudden movements whatsoever. Consistent eye contact, almost like he was trying to activate telepathy with the little bundle of sunshine wearing a giraffe onesie in your arms.

Eventually, she peeked out from your shoulder.

She stared at him.

He wiggled his fingers from under the blanket.

“Hi munchkin.”

No reaction.

He slowly peeked his head out from the blankets again, almost like his world would end if he did it too fast. It would for him, though. 

This was a serious matter. 

She blinked.

Then blinked again.

“….Appa?”

He gasped, “Yes!”

She reached out for him, all tiny arms and sleepy smiles. 

Hyunjin emerged out of the blanket like he was allergic to it. “It’s me, baby! it’s appa!”

She finally giggled and launched herself into his arms.

You groaned, “not during bedtime…”

“I’VE BEEN PROMOTED BACK TO APPA STATUS! SHE FORGAVE ME! MY BABY LOVES ME AGAIN!” He spun her around in his arms, all joyful like he’d just won the most prestigious award there was. But he’d decided he already did that when he chose this life with you. The best decision he’d ever made.

Later that night, she was finally asleep in her crib. You were cuddled into his side on the couch, his hand running through your hair like it was second nature.

“Please don’t ever shave your head again.” You mumbled out into the comfortable silence.

“I wouldn’t dare to.” He kissed your forehead.

“Liar.”

“I mean it this time!” he whined.

Silence.

“You’re going to dye it pink next month, aren’t you?”

“Only with my baby’s approval. And of course our baby girl’s too.” He gave you his signature ‘i’m such a flirt when it comes to you’ grin.

Honestly? You couldn’t care less about what he did to his hair as long as he never changed himself. And you knew he never would. He was yours through and through. 

Buzz and all included.

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guess who's working on it rn guys haha

i NEED a fic w hyunjins baby not recognising him after he got a buzzcut jbiewvlbjenoawjnfun i cant get it out of my head

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i NEED a fic w hyunjins baby not recognising him after he got a buzzcut jbiewvlbjenoawjnfun i cant get it out of my head

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

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awww thank u soooo much lovie <3

and the next part is out now <333 hope you like it just as much xx

Moving fast until it breaks [L.MH]

warnings: ANGST!!!! it's just a drabble had to get it out of my system. sorry in advance!! idk why tumblr fucks up the picture quality

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You were sitting side by side on a park bench. It was usually always like this, tranquil moments spent in his company. He was always by your side, no matter what time it was, or where you were. If you were there, so was he.

The sun hung low in the sky, basking you both in its warmth. Not that you needed any more with Minho seated right beside you. He gently nudged your knee with his, a silent demand for attention. 

“Look. That cloud looks like a cat.” He said, pointing towards an utterly deformed cloud. You squinted. “That looks nothing like a cat, Min.” 

“Okay, maybe a cat after it got run over by reality.” he mused, making you snort. 

You shook your head while laughing, and he looked at you, grinning. He was utterly pleased with himself, as if making you laugh had been his only goal all along.

“You’re impossible” you sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Impossibly funny? damn right I am.” he said, leaning tilting his head to lean against yours. You just rolled your eyes in response, though you knew he couldn’t see that.

The air smelled like late summer, with a hint of his cologne and a scent that was so incredibly him. You felt the moment make it’s home in your bones, the kind of memory that doesn’t demand attention but just lingers, soft and quiet.

His fingers brushed against yours, a casual, familiar touch that sent sparks throughout your entire body even now. He never even needed to hold your hand fully- just this, the ghost of a touch. Like a promise he was too scared to say out loud. 

“You always do that.” you whispered into the air.

He hummed, “Do what?”

“Act like you’re memorising things. Like you’re keeping them for later, as a souvenir or something. Keepsake? i dunno.”

A breeze passed by, rustling the trees around you. A pleasant sound that went straight to your heart.

He didn’t say anything, he just laughed. A small, breathy laugh as he nudged you a little closer. “Maybe i am.”

And you didn’t know it then. You hadn’t even realised in the warmth and the coziness of the moment, not in the way he looked at you, like you were something worth remembering. Not in the way he looked at you like he would miss you forever.

But that was the last time you sat on that bench together.

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Moving fast until it breaks [L.MH] [Pt.II]

warnings: angst again ofc :( here's a playlist for this entire series!! prev part

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The breeze had turned cooler, not that either of you had noticed. It had been quite a long day, and though it was tiring, it wasn’t the bad kind. No, not even close. How could it be bad when it was spent with him? You both were seated on a sidewalk down the road from your house, the time already indicating the start of a new day. But you were still stuck in yesterday, mind still reeling from all the fun you guys had at the amusement park just a few hours ago.

You had failed to notice the chill in the air with the way Minho’s fingers lingered against yours— close, but not quite holding on.

The laughter had died down now, replaced with an almost sacred tranquility found, or rather created, only in his presence.

“Hey.” his voice was low, almost unsure. Minho was never unsure.

You dared to look him in the eyes, and suddenly the remnants of the warmth you had left felt like they were slipping away.

“There’s something i have to tell you.” The way he said it sent a shiver down your spine, because deep down, you knew.

You knew whatever he was gonna say would break you apart, you knew it would tear your heart up into shreds and leave you aching in a way you’ve never been left before. But you stayed silent, instead letting him speak.

“I’m leaving.” The words sat in the air, heavy and unsettling. It made you sick to your stomach. All the love you had stored in your heart threatened to spill out right from your throat. “Leaving?” You asked, voice betraying the inner turmoil you were facing.

He inhaled deeply, as if trying to steady himself. As if he didn’t trust himself enough to keep repeating this action the longer he looked at your face. “Yeah, I got in. To the company, i mean. Training starts next week.”

For a second, all you could hear was the sound of rustling leaves and the faint thumping of your own heart. The silence was deafening. You could hear your own heart breaking if it got any quieter.

Minho had always dreamed of this. You knew that. You’d been on the receiving end of his rants about wanting to become an idol, you’d been there during almost, if not all of his dance practices, you heard the way he hummed songs to himself, hoping one day he could pour his heart out in the same way in front of thousands of people.

This was his dream. 

So why did it feel like a nightmare?

“That’s- that’s amazing, Min.” You choked out, forcing a smile he saw right through.

He always did.

“There’s more.” he continued. “The company, they have rules. For trainees. No distractions, no-“ his voice faltered. He didn’t have to finish the sentence for you to know. He couldn’t get himself to, either.

No contact.

No you.

“Oh.” That was all you could say. What else was there, anyways?

It was ridiculous, really. You’d been warned before. He’d made it clear. A relationship would just end in doom, you knew it. Then why did you always show up at his place anytime his ‘cats missed you’? Why was he always there for you when he ‘just felt like you needed company’? You didn’t stop yourself. Nor did he. 

No one else was to blame but you. 

He let out a breathy, humourless laugh. “Yeah. Oh.”

A lump formed in your throat, so painful it almost escaped in a choked sob. You wanted to say something— anything. Tell him it wasn’t fair, that you didn’t care, that you’d wait, that you could be something— anything— as long as he didn’t disappear. You wanted to scream, cry, punch, yell— you wanted to do something, but you knew better. He’d already started bottling up moments, treating them as souvenirs. Something to look back at, not forward to.

So instead of trying to convince him, like every fibre of your being was screaming at you to, you just smiled. It wobbled a bit at the edges, but you held it anyways. “You’re going to be amazing, Min.” His jaw clenched. His fingers twitched. But he didn’t reach out for you.

“Yeah. I hope so.”

Neither of you said anything after that. You didn’t trust your voice, he didn’t trust himself.

And when you got up off that sidewalk for the last time while he didn’t even dare to move an inch, you didn’t look back. This was the only time you’d be leaving him.

And looking back would make it impossible. 

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matching tattoos [j.jk]

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warnings: none!! just some jungkook fluff for my beloved @zzzmayalol i wld recommend listening to amoeba by clairo while reading <3 enjoy!!

“Hey baby.” you said, slipping into the space beside him on the couch just as easily as you did into his heart. He put his phone down and motioned you to get on his lap. 

“hey, pretty.” he had an amused grin on his face, eyes shining bright as if he was looking at a star plucked right out of the solar system. “what’s up?”

“So, um. Funny idea, actually. You can absolutely say no-“ you started.

“Yes.” He deadpanned. “What?” “I said yes, pretty. You have my permission.” He grinned at you. You could’ve sworn your heart did somersaults.

“But you don’t even know what i’m planning to do, kookie.” you said through a chuckle. “What if i was planning on harvesting your organs to go out and sell them?” “With an eyeshadow palette? I don’t think so.”

You rolled your eyes, though your action had no bite to it. Man, he had you right where he wanted you. Always. He never even had to try.

“Alright. You caught me. Can i colour your tattoos?” “You know the answer, baby.”

It had been about twenty minutes since then. You decided just the eyeshadow wouldn’t be enough so you went and looked for the markers you swore were in your room somewhere. You were straddling his lap, holding his wrist in your hand like it was the most precious thing in the world. His tattoos were mostly all bold and intimidating, all sharp lines and deep ink. But right now? they were covered in all different hues of blue, pink and little stars and doodles here and there.

“You think this one deserves a permanent spot here?” he said, motioning towards the little star you’d drawn where his palm connected to his wrist. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, not quite looking up. You were so focused. He found it adorable. 

“I’m saying, I wanna make it real. Let’s get matching tattoos? I’ll draw it on your shoulder. Or wherever you’d like. If you want to, of course.” You were malfunctioning. Your boyfriend of a little over a year just suggested getting matching tattoos with you? while you were sitting on his lap? your heart felt like it was purposely trying it’s best to thump right out of your chest.

He just watched you with a lazy smile as you visibly froze up in his lap, but his expression softened a little when you didn’t respond. “Hey, it’s okay if you d-“ You cut him off with a soft kiss. You didn’t really trust your words as of now, totally caught off guard by his suggestion to even think. 

One thing was for sure, though. There was absolutely no one else you would rather do this with.

“I’m guessing that’s a yes, then?” he chuckled against your lips, going back to kissing you with a tenderness that made you wonder if he thought you were made of glass, or something so precious that he wouldn’t even dare to taint it with his touch.

Well, atleast to him you were.

“You might have to start charging for this. You’re too dedicated.” he teased.

“You could never afford me.” You said through a chuckle, eyes focused on the part of his forearm you were busy colouring. 

His fingers absentmindedly traced circles on your knee. “If it means you’ll keep touching me like this, I’d give you everything.” 

Your hand paused, warmth rising up your neck. But before you could react, he leaned in and kissed your nose. “Keep going, Picasso.” he murmured.

You tried pretending to be unimpressed, but the way the corners of your mouth tilted up just a little gave it away. “Fine, but no smudging my masterpiece.”

He just chuckled, letting you turn his tough tattoos into something entirely yours, just like he was.

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no bc this is so real this is exactly how i felt when i wrote it

COME WHEN YOU CALL [K.SM]

Seungmin x Fem!Reader

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warnings: none!!! except swearing lol bc its seungmin bffr [but if i have to warn u abt swearing u shldnt be on this app in the first place xx] tbh i was thinking of doing this with minho and hyunjin too lmk if you want it :p [it cld be angst too tho]

You never had to ask twice with Seungmin. Actually, you barely even had to ask. That was just the kind of person he was. If you needed him, he was there. No questions asked, no hesitation whatsoever. 

So when his screen lit up with your name at just a minute past 2 am, he knew. he always knew.

You didn’t even say anything when he picked up. Just hearing your shaky exhale was more than a good enough reason for him to grab his car keys and make his way to your place. Almost as if your breathing was the equivalent of you calling out to him. “Where are you?” his voice was firm, but soft. The kind of softness you could only hear in a lover’s voice, which is what he yearned to be. And so did you, but that was a conversation for later. 

“Rooftop.” your voice was small; tired.

“Stay there.” a short pause. Then softer, “I’ll be there in five.”

And of course he was. One thing about Seungmin? He was always true to his word. If he’s given it, he will live up to it.

When he arrived, he found you exactly as he knew he would. Back against the wall, knees to your chest, just sitting there while a soft tune played on your phone. It was your favourite song, he recognised. He sighed, giving you that look of fond exasperation somehow mixed with the most smitten heart eyes. Something only you could pull out of him. 

“You need to stop doing this.” he muttered, dropping his hoodie over your shoulders before plopping down next to you. “Soda?” you offered. it was his favourite one. You knew he wouldn’t say no. 

“You think i came here, balls deep into the night, to have soda with you?” he asked. He had a way with words, that one. “Well, obviously not. But i’m being polite. i got your favourite because i missed you. Have it.” you said, a playful edge to your voice. It wasn’t quite as chirpy as other times though. And he noticed, of course.

He didn’t reject the soda, but he had it in silence beside you. “I meant it, you know? your sleep schedule is fucked. you need to stop doing this.” he scolded, but his voice was far too soft for it to be considered a scolding. “You need to stop coming when i call.” you teased, although your voice lacked the usual mirth it always had. 

He let out a scoff, which was almost a laugh but not quite. “You know that’s not happening. You call, i come. Always.” he said as he pulled his hoodie over your hands to warm them up. 

Your heart clenched at his words. With Seungmin, there weren’t any grand declarations of love. Just the quiet, steady kind. The kind that made sure you never had to open your soda cans, or peel your fruit. The kind that meant sharing songs and puppy videos he thought you’d like regardless of where you were or what time it was. The kind that made sure you never had to walk home alone. You get the idea.

You weren’t upset, initially. It was just one of those days. One of those days when thinking about him turned to missing him, and missing him turned to craving him. It was inevitable, really. But you weren’t gonna tell him that. Not yet, atleast. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you up.” you whispered out, as if it was a secret you had to keep. 

He rolled his eyes in response. “As if i was asleep anyways.” he muttered, but the slight dishevel of his hair and the fatigue in his eyes spoke volumes before his words could. You chose not to comment on it. 

“You know, you can call me whenever. Even if it’s the asscrack of dawn, or a bright sunny morning. Even if it’s just because you can’t sleep.” his voice was gentle, almost reverent. “Even if it’s nothing.”

His words made your breath hitch. He didn’t dare to look at you when he said it, but you could see the honesty radiating off of his profile. The way the stars reflected in his eyes, almost as if that was their home. The way his fingers tapped against his knees, like he was nervous about just how much he meant those words. The slight furrow in his brow, giving away his worries like he’s given his heart out to you countless times without you even realising.

His words settle in your chest. Warm and steady, just like him.

Seungmin— stupid, annoying, perfect Seungmin— just smiled and bumped his shoulder against yours. 

“So, are we gonna sit here sulking or am i taking you out for ice cream?”

You blinked up at him, almost as if you were processing his words. “At—“ you checked the time. And he let you, looking at your face with an amused expression. “2.46 am?”

“At 2.46 am.” he confirmed, tugging at his your hoodie strings to engulf your face like a mischievous child. “You already dragged me out. might as well make it worth my time.”

You were grinning before you even realised it. 

He never said the words out loud, but you felt them anyway. 

Because, to him, love sounded a lot like “I’ll be there soon.” 

And to you, it was the same. Just in his voice.

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Moving fast until it breaks [L.MH] [Pt. I]

warnings: ANGST!!!! had to get it out of my system. sorry in advance!! idk why tumblr fucks up the picture quality here's playlist for this entire series!! next part

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You were sitting side by side on a park bench. It was usually always like this, tranquil moments spent in his company. He was always by your side, no matter what time it was, or where you were. If you were there, so was he.

The sun hung low in the sky, basking you both in its warmth. Not that you needed any more with Minho seated right beside you. He gently nudged your knee with his, a silent demand for attention. 

“Look. That cloud looks like a cat.” He said, pointing towards an utterly deformed cloud. You squinted. “That looks nothing like a cat, Min.” 

“Okay, maybe a cat after it got run over by reality.” he mused, making you snort. 

You shook your head while laughing, and he looked at you, grinning. He was utterly pleased with himself, as if making you laugh had been his only goal all along.

“You’re impossible” you sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Impossibly funny? damn right I am.” he said, leaning tilting his head to lean against yours. You just rolled your eyes in response, though you knew he couldn’t see that.

The air smelled like late summer, with a hint of his cologne and a scent that was so incredibly him. You felt the moment make it’s home in your bones, the kind of memory that doesn’t demand attention but just lingers, soft and quiet.

His fingers brushed against yours, a casual, familiar touch that sent sparks throughout your entire body even now. He never even needed to hold your hand fully- just this, the ghost of a touch. Like a promise he was too scared to say out loud. 

“You always do that.” you whispered into the air.

He hummed, “Do what?”

“Act like you’re memorising things. Like you’re keeping them for later, as a souvenir or something. Keepsake? i dunno.”

A breeze passed by, rustling the trees around you. A pleasant sound that went straight to your heart.

He didn’t say anything, he just laughed. A small, breathy laugh as he nudged you a little closer. “Maybe i am.”

And you didn’t know it then. You hadn’t even realised in the warmth and the coziness of the moment, not in the way he looked at you, like you were something worth remembering. Not in the way he looked at you like he would miss you forever.

But that was the last time you sat on that bench together.

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okie its out now enjoy ily all

WAIT GUYS

updated poll bc i feel bad

fluff fic based on come when you call by tv girl!!

(?) x reader

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COME WHEN YOU CALL [K.SM]

Seungmin x Fem!Reader

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warnings: none!!! except swearing lol bc its seungmin bffr [but if i have to warn u abt swearing u shldnt be on this app in the first place xx] tbh i was thinking of doing this with minho and hyunjin too lmk if you want it :p [it cld be angst too tho]

You never had to ask twice with Seungmin. Actually, you barely even had to ask. That was just the kind of person he was. If you needed him, he was there. No questions asked, no hesitation whatsoever. 

So when his screen lit up with your name at just a minute past 2 am, he knew. he always knew.

You didn’t even say anything when he picked up. Just hearing your shaky exhale was more than a good enough reason for him to grab his car keys and make his way to your place. Almost as if your breathing was the equivalent of you calling out to him. “Where are you?” his voice was firm, but soft. The kind of softness you could only hear in a lover’s voice, which is what he yearned to be. And so did you, but that was a conversation for later. 

“Rooftop.” your voice was small; tired.

“Stay there.” a short pause. Then softer, “I’ll be there in five.”

And of course he was. One thing about Seungmin? He was always true to his word. If he’s given it, he will live up to it.

When he arrived, he found you exactly as he knew he would. Back against the wall, knees to your chest, just sitting there while a soft tune played on your phone. It was your favourite song, he recognised. He sighed, giving you that look of fond exasperation somehow mixed with the most smitten heart eyes. Something only you could pull out of him. 

“You need to stop doing this.” he muttered, dropping his hoodie over your shoulders before plopping down next to you. “Soda?” you offered. it was his favourite one. You knew he wouldn’t say no. 

“You think i came here, balls deep into the night, to have soda with you?” he asked. He had a way with words, that one. “Well, obviously not. But i’m being polite. i got your favourite because i missed you. Have it.” you said, a playful edge to your voice. It wasn’t quite as chirpy as other times though. And he noticed, of course.

He didn’t reject the soda, but he had it in silence beside you. “I meant it, you know? your sleep schedule is fucked. you need to stop doing this.” he scolded, but his voice was far too soft for it to be considered a scolding. “You need to stop coming when i call.” you teased, although your voice lacked the usual mirth it always had. 

He let out a scoff, which was almost a laugh but not quite. “You know that’s not happening. You call, i come. Always.” he said as he pulled his hoodie over your hands to warm them up. 

Your heart clenched at his words. With Seungmin, there weren’t any grand declarations of love. Just the quiet, steady kind. The kind that made sure you never had to open your soda cans, or peel your fruit. The kind that meant sharing songs and puppy videos he thought you’d like regardless of where you were or what time it was. The kind that made sure you never had to walk home alone. You get the idea.

You weren’t upset, initially. It was just one of those days. One of those days when thinking about him turned to missing him, and missing him turned to craving him. It was inevitable, really. But you weren’t gonna tell him that. Not yet, atleast. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you up.” you whispered out, as if it was a secret you had to keep. 

He rolled his eyes in response. “As if i was asleep anyways.” he muttered, but the slight dishevel of his hair and the fatigue in his eyes spoke volumes before his words could. You chose not to comment on it. 

“You know, you can call me whenever. Even if it’s the asscrack of dawn, or a bright sunny morning. Even if it’s just because you can’t sleep.” his voice was gentle, almost reverent. “Even if it’s nothing.”

His words made your breath hitch. He didn’t dare to look at you when he said it, but you could see the honesty radiating off of his profile. The way the stars reflected in his eyes, almost as if that was their home. The way his fingers tapped against his knees, like he was nervous about just how much he meant those words. The slight furrow in his brow, giving away his worries like he’s given his heart out to you countless times without you even realising.

His words settle in your chest. Warm and steady, just like him.

Seungmin— stupid, annoying, perfect Seungmin— just smiled and bumped his shoulder against yours. 

“So, are we gonna sit here sulking or am i taking you out for ice cream?”

You blinked up at him, almost as if you were processing his words. “At—“ you checked the time. And he let you, looking at your face with an amused expression. “2.46 am?”

“At 2.46 am.” he confirmed, tugging at his your hoodie strings to engulf your face like a mischievous child. “You already dragged me out. might as well make it worth my time.”

You were grinning before you even realised it. 

He never said the words out loud, but you felt them anyway. 

Because, to him, love sounded a lot like “I’ll be there soon.” 

And to you, it was the same. Just in his voice.

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KSM PREVAILSSSSSS!!!

WAIT GUYS

updated poll bc i feel bad

fluff fic based on come when you call by tv girl!!

(?) x reader

[r1nstaaa]

MASTERLIST!!

🥨 for smut, 🌼 for fluff and ⚠️ for angst :(

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ oneshots/series ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆

Moving fast until it breaks [l.mh x reader] [part I] ⚠️

Moving fast until it breaks [l.mh x reader] [part II] ⚠️

Come When You Call [k.sm x fem!reader] 🌼

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ drabblez ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Overcoming your fear of heights ft. Hyunjin 🌼

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ requests ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Mingyu x Fem!Reader 🥨 🌼

childhood bestfriends to strangers to lovers, mutual pining and tension <3

Bangchan x Fem!Reader 🥨 🌼

you mistakenly let your baby fever show, but mistakes are indeed just happy accidents

Hyunjin x Fem!Reader 🥨 🌼

being hyunjin's girlfriend had a loooong list of pros. this just happened to be one of them

Jungkook x Reader 🌼

colouring his tattoos and having fun while he makes you blush <3

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INTRODUCTION!!

okay sorry i know i'm super late to this but this blog is literally just for shits and giggles so #notmyproblem

you can call me rin!!

hyunjin biased if that wasn't obvious already (ik it was)

mind you i don't actually have a real posting schedule btw i just come online whenever i have time :(

still trying to figure stuff out on tumblr bc #wattpadgirly

here's the link to my masterlist

i mostly write for skz and maya's favourite ppl (it's mingyu and jk [i'm still only considering writing for jk])

anyways you're free to blurt out whatever is on your mind!! no judgement here this is a safe space ❤️

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Overcoming your fear of heights ft. Hyunjin <3

SURPRISEEEE I STILL WRITE!!! (this was supposed to be a short drabble)

masterlist

no warnings, tbh. just fluff. very self indulgent. i love him so much. would recommend listening to 'never enough' by daniel caesar (yes the whole album) or french exit by tv girl for the best experience !!!

“Wait, you’re being serious?” Hyunjin asked, a hint of laughter in his voice at the irony of the situation. “No, wait. Let me get this straight. You, my girlfriend of two years, my best friend of five, are sitting with me at the rooftop and telling me that your biggest fear is heights?” It was almost comical to think about. You were sat against a wall near the edge, your head resting on his shoulder like a puzzle piece. You’d been here thousands of times before, as friends, and even more so as lovers. Never once did it cross his mind that you could’ve been scared of the place that was almost like your second home. Come to think of it, he’s never seen you so much as spare a glance downwards where the city lights illuminate the dark roads at night, almost as if they were reflecting the night sky above. “Well, it’s not like it ever came up. and i’m not deathly scared or anything, it’s just- i don’t know. i don’t like the feeling it gives. Like, i could fall over any second. It’s the risk of falling down that scares me, i think.” you responded. You couldn’t see the way he was looking at you, as if you were the one who hung up the stars you were so busy admiring from beside him. He pulled you a little closer, his gaze softening after he heard your reasoning.

“Baby, you should’ve said something. Why didn’t you tell me? we don’t have to come up here. There’s so many places we could go. Ones that don’t scare you shitless.” he added the last part with a slight hint of humour in it, hoping to ease the seriousness of the otherwise tranquil atmosphere you had created. “You know i wouldn’t mind.” he added, just some extra reassurance. Thoughtful as always.

“No, no. That’s the thing.” how were you to tell him that it’s not scary if it’s with him? how do you put into words the feeling you get when his fingers intertwine with yours and make you feel like the strongest person in the world? how do you tell him that his presence in itself gave you all the strength you needed to go anywhere, at any time. to live. “i don’t feel that scared when i’m here with you. In fact, i don’t feel scared at all.” When he heard that, he could’ve sworn his heart did a thousand little backflips. He had the happiest, biggest smile on his face as he looked at you, wanting to confirm what you said, wanting to hear it again. He shifted a little, signalling you to sit up straight, even though the loss of contact sent a pang to his heart. “You don’t feel scared right now, baby? We’re on the rooftop of a 15 story high building, you know?” he asked in a soft voice, wanting to confirm your words. “No need to remind me, Hyunnie. But no, i don’t. it’s an odd feeling, really. Not shaking and trembling every time i’m more than 10 meters above ground level.”

He smiled again. He had that same look in his eyes, the one that was permanently etched in your memory but still made you feel butterflies every time you got to witness it. It was the same look that made you realise everything you gave to him was always reciprocated. Every ounce of trust, love, honesty, adoration. All of it. If you thought you had it bad, he definitely had it ten times worse. 

“So, if i asked you to get up right now, and just peek a little over the edge, you’d do it?” he asked, almost cautiously. He knew he had the power to help you overcome this, and he’d be a fool not to wield it. 

“Okay love, don’t push it.” you said, the roll of your eyes not quite matching with the fondness that laced your voice. That was a dumb question. Of course you wouldn’t. You weren’t gonna risk getting paralysed in fear just because a pretty boy with kind eyes asked you to. Right? 

Okay, correction. Your pretty boy with kind eyes. 

“Not even now?” he asked, his tone fragile enough to be compared to glass, as he intertwined your fingers together and brought your hand up to his lips and brushed them against your knuckles, silently communicating a thousand different statements that didn’t quite make the cut to tumble out of his mouth. “Please?”

That was all it took. 

His hand was in yours, and you were both standing, facing the edge of the rooftop. The walls were quite tall, coming up to your ribs, so the odds of you regretting this were pretty low. Not zero, but still pretty low.

“Remember, my love. i’m here with you, holding your hand. okay?” his hand had an iron grip on yours. “I won’t let you go, and it’s just a little peek. I just want you to see how pretty the city looks. You’re gonna love it, i promise.”

You were shaking a little, but you did it. And he was right there with you the whole time. His hand didn’t let go of yours for even a second as he told you stories about his childhood, occasionally pointing out the pretty lights and glancing at you to see how you were feeling. After a few minutes, you were considerably more at ease than you’ve ever been at such a height before. He pulled you to his chest, his heart filled with pride. He placed a kiss to your hairline, lips lingering there for a few seconds longer. “You’re so brave, baby. See? The world isn’t that scary when you’re with me.”

Your heart was pounding, but you weren’t sure of the cause anymore.

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WAIT GUYS

updated poll bc i feel bad

fluff fic based on come when you call by tv girl!!

(?) x reader

[r1nstaaa]

bangchan x fem!reader

blond chan is my roman empire.

MDNI!!!!

masterlist

warnings: smut, chan has a breeding kink lol (he def does), tysm maya for the prompt ily and uh yes. enjoy.

you were sitting on the bed, peacefully scrolling on your phone. recently, your fyp has been filled with videos of the cutest babies ever and its literally torture. they’re so cute, so tiny that it makes you want one of your own. god, the baby fever has been hitting hard.

you looked to the side at your husband, who was also sitting on the bed, right beside you. his right hand was resting on your thigh, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the plush skin. “channie” you called out. “mm, what is it love?” he questioned, not looking up from his phone. ugh, the nickname. it still made you weak in the knees, even after 3 years of marriage. “channieeee” you called out again, demanding his full attention. “yes baby, i’m listening.” he looked up, not breaking eye contact this time. 

you stared at his lips. he knew what you were getting at. “you were gonna say something, baby?” the reminder made you snap your eyes back to his.

“i want a baby.” you deadpanned.

you hadn’t planned on blurting it out this way, it just happened. it had been in the back of your mind since the past few days, but you hadn’t really given it much thought. but chan? its safe to say he’s been dying to fill you with his seed ever since he saw you playing with your nephew during christmas last year. seeing the way you handle kids had him fully convinced you were gonna be an amazing mom and nothing could make him think otherwise.

with chan, all you had to do was ask. your wish was his command. and so, here you were, getting every last one of your wishes fulfilled.

his face was buried in your cunt, licking up every single drop you had to offer. he did not plan on letting anything go to waste. you had lost count of how many times he’d made you cum in the past hour, and if he had any intentions of stopping sometime soon, he was really good at hiding it. your fingers gripped at his hair, the curly strands wrapped around your fingers as you tugged at them lightly, making him groan against your sensitive cunt. the vibrations made you arch your back, the friction from his nose feeling sinfully delicious. “‘m gonna cum channie… fuck” you moaned out as he slipped his middle finger into your aching hole, pushing you closer to the edge. “c’mon baby, i know you can give me one more. that’s my girl.” he said, as he placed kisses on your tummy when you came down from your high.

he placed kisses all the way up to your collarbones, taking his time to fondle with your tits midway. he sucked and bit at your neck, leaving hickies all over the visible parts of your skin. he loved making it difficult for you to hide the remnants of your shared desire for each other. 

“what’d you say darlin’? said you wanted a baby?” he questioned, his hands working skilfully to rub and pinch your nipples. “y-yes.. fuck chan. need you to give me a baby.. please.” you mewled, back arching due to the pleasure. 

“since you asked so nicely…” he grunted as he slapped your clit with his cock, gathering your wetness near your entrance. “who am i to deny, baby?” he said as he pushed his cock inside with one full thrust, making you choke out a broken sob at the sudden stretch. the pain mixed with the pleasure made your brain go all mushy. all you could think about was the way his cock filled you up and the way his hands gripped your waist as he tried his best to not start thrusting into you already. “chan.. fuck me, please.” was all he needed to hear before he started rutting into you, building a rhythm and trying his best to not break it and absolutely ruin you right there. “fuck, you’re taking me so well, pretty girl. gonna fuck a baby into you.” his hands reached out for yours, holding onto them and interlocking his fingers with yours.

his pace was starting to get a bit rougher, hitting that spot inside you with each thrust. “so fuckin gorgeous. all mine, aren’t you?” he whispered against your neck, placing hot, wet kisses on your sensitive skin. 

 “shit, stop clenching ‘round my cock like that baby, gonna make me cum.” his thrusts started getting sloppier as you were both about to reach your highs, him reaching down to press on your clit and rub on it using his thumb. he spat on it and pinched it, finally making you come undone around his cock. your pussy squeezed him in even more, getting impossibly tighter. shit, you were driving him insane.

“fuck baby, m’close. so close.” he grunted. “you wan’ it inside? wan’ me to fill up that pretty little cunt of yours?” you nod mindlessly, completely fucked out. “words, pretty girl.” 

“y-yes channie. fill me up, please.” you said, as your cunt squeezed around him one last before he released his load deep inside you, your walls fluttering around his cock. 

he collapsed onto you, rightfully breathless. he reached down to push his dripping cum into your cunt with two of his fingers, giving you a sweet kiss and pecking your cheek after. 

“might wanna do this again just to be safe, you know?”