#⠀⸝⸝⸝��𝑒𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝓌𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠⠀

[elysianiki]

୨୧　𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝐴 𝑇𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸 ─ 니키

　　── ❛ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇 , 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗄𝗂 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 ❜

꒰ 𝗇𝗂-𝗄𝗂 ⨾ 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ꒱ ⸝⸝ 𝑤𝑐. 1OOO ⋆ 𝑐𝑤. 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 ⋆ 𝑔. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 ⋆ 𝑎𝑛. 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 (𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍) :𝗉 　—　𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖿

You were walking through the school parking lot, finally able to head home after a long day of exams and challenging courses. As you walked, you could see a crowd forming, students pulling out their phones and pushing through each other. You grew curious, following the crowd as you heard yelling.

As you tried to push your way through the circle of students, a somewhat raspy but familiar voice struck your ears, swear words being most of his vocabulary. You couldn’t quite hear him however due to the amount of yelling from surrounding pupils.

You watched as the two guys threw punches at each other, one knocking the other heavily in the face. You had never actually watched a school fight, only occasionally hearing about a couple as it was an extremely rare occurrence. So, seeing the scene in real-time was more dramatic than you expected.

One of the guys was cursing out the other who was now on the floor, face painted with shimmering, red blood. His voice was coarse and threatening as he spoke, walking closer to the opponent, who was now almost directly in front of you. As he walked you noticed his bloodied face, it was Riki.

You had never expected something like this from him as he’s always been so gentle and his voice so soothing. His eyes were filled with the essence of hatred and anger that reflected in the actions he had taken against this now helpless guy.

“It was just a joke,” the other yelled, scrambling to get to his feet. Riki knelt down, grabbing him by his collar and landing another brutal blow to his jaw. A mixture of blood and saliva splattered the concrete as other students gasped, surprised at how far the fight was taken.

“Nobody laughed,” Riki said, another vigorous impact bore the other guy’s face, strong enough to knock him into a daze before Riki threw his head toward the ground. You, as many others, had been frozen in place, unable to comprehend everything that had happened. It was all too quick and all too much. You stood, feet rooted in the floor, your eyes darting from Riki to the other, unnamed guy, and back. You were scared, yet intrigued.

People began to disperse, the principal’s voice growing closer and the sound of sirens singing just moments away. You watched some students pick up their injured classmate as Riki turned his back to the scene. His form bending over as he retched up blood, spitting out the remaining mixture from his mouth. Then you realised the reality of the situation, and Riki was hurt.

You rushed toward him, your heart rapidly beating through your chest. “Riki,” you called out, though your voice felt small and thin against the chaos of the incident. His head turned to you, surprise momentarily subduing the adrenaline that raced through him.

“Yn?” His voice was hoarse, but his eyes were soft. You noticed the blood that etched his face from place to place, and blood dripping from his knuckles. You grabbed his arm gently, tugging him away from the incident and entering the old school art building as sirens approached closer.

“What are we doing here?” He asked, looking around the dark room, small beams of sunlight seeping through the windows as you walked toward the first-aid station. His eyes reached you, a flicker of yearning crossing them as you grabbed ointment from the shelves.

“Come sit,” you said, patting the seat next to yours before dabbing medicine on a cloth.

“I’m fine, yn,” he protested weakly, but you could see the pain in his face and the way his hands shook.

“Sit down Riki,” you replied firmly. Riki sat, his bravado fading as you dabbed the cloth against his wounded hands, wincing at the sharp intake of breath he took. “This is gonna sting,” you warned softly, your eyes light as you looked up at him.

“Yeah, i noticed,” he replied softly, a trace of a smile lingering on his face that eased the tension of the air. Your eyes were focused on his hands, the blood transferring to the no longer white cloth as Riki withheld his pain, closing his eyes tight and biting his lip shut.

“What.. even happened?” You asked as you turned away, grabbing the bag of cotton swabs.

“He was making jokes.. about you,” his voice persisted before you turned back to him.

“I don’t want you getting hurt over stupid jokes, Riki,” You murmured, his gaze averting yours.

“Neither do I,” his voice lowered. “But he shouldn’t have made them in the first place.” You set the bag down and swirled a cotton swab in water. Your eyes locked onto Riki’s tumid and bloodied lip as you patted the cotton swab on the gash. You could feel his stare drilling into you as you attempted to focus, but as usual, without fail, your gaze turned to his eyes.

Riki leaned closer, his breath warm and ragged against your cheek. “Yn…” he muttered, his voice a low, intoxicating drawl that made your pulse quicken.

Before you could respond, his arms pulled you by your waist into his lap before cupping your face gently against his hand. He leaned in, his lips softly brushing against yours in a gentle cadence. His lips were warm and rough against yours, deepening the kiss with some sense of urgency as you melted into his intoxication.

You felt a sharp nip on your lower lip, the metallic taste of blood seeping into both of your mouths as you dug your nails into his skin.

“That… hurts babe,” he mumbled against your hot mouth. You smirked against his blood covered lips as he pulled you in deeper, fingers tightening on your waist and his other hand pressing the nape of your neck into him. You moved your hand into his hair, tangling within it and twirling it between your fingers.

You placed gentle kisses along his face, his cheek, his jaw, leading a trail of blood all the way to the side of his neck. You looked back at him, his gaze dark but filled with endearment as he kissed your lips once more.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

　　𖥔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 : @wonsdoll @flwrstqr @mmygnolia @nshmuras @myungsua @kairoot

[amariose]

୨୧　𝐷𝐼𝑃 𝐼𝑁 𝑀𝑌 𝐷𝐴𝑌𝐷𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀

cw. nudity. wc. 4OO. contents. suggestive. showering together. kissing. skinship. 　—　m.list.

　　　　　　vi x fem reader

The darkness encompassed the steam-filled bathroom, a small beam of artificial light illuminating the dimness. The air, thick with the smell of cardamom scented shampoo, surrounded you as water cascaded down your body, droplets caressing your skin.

Vi’s hands rubbed through your hair, her touch gentle but firm as the shampoo lathered within the silk, eliciting soft sighs from you, your eyes closing gently. The spicy smell invaded your nose as you leaned your head back, your body pressing against hers as she stood close behind you. “Hold still,” she murmured, her voice a soft melody over the sound of the water hitting the floor.

You felt her fingers work through your hair, the sensation calming and lulling as each stroke grounded you into the moment. You could hear the faintest hint of a smile as Vi’s voice rang rhythmically through your ears, “You know, you have such beautiful hair.”

You felt your face warm, your cheeks flushed as you glanced back at her, catching a glint of mischief within her powdery blue-grey eyes. “Flattery won’t get you everywhere, Vi,” you teased, playfully rolling your eyes as a smile tugged at your lips. But the warmth of her body pressing against yours had made it hard to retain the guise of astuteness.

Her soft, gravelly laughter vibrated through your ears, your stomach doing flips as you felt her breath against your neck, her lips brushing upon your sensitive skin. “Maybe not everywhere, but you can’t lie, it’s working right here.” Her kisses were slow, delicate, and deliberate, tracing the curve of your neck, each brush of her lips igniting warmth that spread throughout your body.

You closed your eyes once more, melting into her touch as she continued rubbing the shampoo through your scalp. “Have you always been this bold?” You asked, turning around as the water ran the soap from your hair. You watched her eyes, the way they flickered, she knew you knew what you were doing as a smile tempted your lips.

“I’d…” her voice ghosted her mouth, unable to speak as her eyes dared, but she kept her eyes on yours. Her hands reached your head, kneading the soap from your hair as the water rinsed through it. “I’d like to think so.”

Your lips curved, a slight smile embroidering your lips as you stood closer to her. You looked into her intoxicating gaze, your eyes taking in the sight of her before slowly pulling her close, lips colliding. Her big arms wrapped tightly around your waist as she pulled you into her, warmth embracing you as you enveloped her neck within your arms.

[elysianiki]

୨୧　𝑈𝑁𝐶𝑂𝑁𝐷𝐼𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿𝐿𝑌 ─ 니키

𝑆𝒴𝑁.　　──　　❛ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇 , 𝗇𝗂-𝗄𝗂’𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝖼𝖾𝗍 ❜

𝐶𝓁𝐴𝑆𝑆ℐ𝐶 𓈒𓈒𓈒 𝗇𝗂-𝗄𝗂 ⋆ 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ・ 𝑐𝑤. 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 ・ 𝑤𝑐. 2OO ・ 𝑔. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿　—　𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑒̀𝑟𝑒.

　 ﹙ ℰ ﹚ ⟡　just a short riki drabble because i lwk felt bad for ghosting, but trust, it will happen again

Riki’s fingers twirled within the strands of silky, curled hair that strayed from the rest, his movements careful. His expression was warm and soft as his eyes shifted across the delicate features of your face. He traced the curve of your cheek with his gaze, every detail entrancing him. It was a gentle, loving appearance that plastered his face as if you were the only thing worth being loved. His mind was always traced with the thought of you, every time he spoke, somehow, you were always the topic of conversation. Your existence was woven into the fabric of his life, everything circling back to you no matter how hard he tried.

You lay curled against him, warmth radiating from your body as light snores escaped the lips he so desperately wanted to kiss in that moment. The soft beat of your heart against his side, a soothing rhythm.

As tenderness overflowed him as he leaned closer, the familiar scent of your perfume filling his nose before he placed a soft kiss upon your forehead.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” he murmured, a smile curving his lips as he watched your eyes flutter open, a sleepy gaze meeting his. He would cherish these moments, these little pieces of eternity, unconditionally.

　　𖥔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 :　@ourhees @flwrstqr @mygnolia @bnkiz @myungsua @kairoot @ancnymcnzjy

[elysianiki]

୨୧　𝐶𝑅𝐴𝐶𝐾𝐸𝐷 𝐷𝑂𝐿𝐿 ─ 니키

cw. physical touch. wc. 5OO. contents. crying. brief mention of blood (figurative). kissing. 　—　m.list.

　　　　　　ni-ki x fem reader

You softly knocked on the apartment door, the sky dimming with darkness as the sun began to set. You tried to hold yourself together, to muster the strength to keep your chin up regardless of everything that oppressed your heart to the oblivion that had consumed you. But you couldn’t.

As tears arose in your eyes and your heart began to rip open, seeping the blood of sadness, you felt yourself slowly slipping into a weep. The door opened, your boyfriend’s silhouette emerging from behind it as warm air embraced you. A shuddered breath slipped your lips as your tears obscured your vision and flooded down your face. Swiftly, as if instinctively, you hugged Riki, encompassing his figure in your arms and silencing your cries into his chest. His hands intuitively lifted, gently caressing your back and pulling you closer.

Your heart paced, quickened with the adrenaline that cracked you open and poured you out, an unfamiliar sensation in the pit of your stomach as your stomach clenched with each sob that escaped you.

“It’s okay, I got you,” Riki’s voice soothed the ache the lump in your throat had caused. You felt so vulnerable, so weak with the worry and sadness that overcame you, putting you in a position you didn’t know how to get out of. It was so pitiful.

But Riki didn’t see it that way. In his mind, you were something so fragile, so precious. He knew you were only human, and as much as it’d hurt to see you so low, he saw the beauty in your pain. Although momentary, he felt endeared by the fact you felt vulnerable with him, it was a special place in which he felt the love you felt for him. He didn’t pity you, he loved you.

��Do you want to talk about it?” he asked in a delicate whisper, pulling back just barely to look into your tear-glistening eyes. He tucked a stray hair behind your ear, his eyes nearly never leaving yours as his fingers lingered on your face.

“I think I just want to lie down for a little while.” Your voice rang out like a discordant harmony, the ache in your throat reflective in your tone. You pulled him close, faces only separated by the familiar warmth of his breath and the intoxicating scent of his perfume. “Thank you, Riki. I love you.”

Your voice was now tender, a contrast of the one you uttered just moments prior. As the words slipped through your lips, you pressed your mouth against his, feeling the softness of his lips on yours. The kiss began gently, slowly deepening as you felt the weight of life begin to lift. His hands cradled your face, thumbs lightly caressing your cheeks. The kiss lingered, urgency melting into tenderness as you began to part, breath lost in the mix of it all and a smile tugging lightly at your lips.

　　𖥔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 :　@wonsdoll @flwrstqr @mmygnolia @nshmuras @myungsua @kairoot @ancnymcnzjy

[amariose]

DROP IN LIKE A BOMB

cw. none. wc. 4OO. contents. kissing. jinx being protective. that’s basically it. 　—　m.list.

　　　　　　jinx x fem reader

Jinx’s red violet eyes grew narrow, watching your form being towered over by some grimy man, a smirk plastering his face as he leaned towards you. A ravenous glint flared within her dark eyes as the man spoke, saying something inaudible to her from where she stood.

Jinx strode over, her usual step now retained a purposeful strut, her long, blue braids swaying behind her as her boots clicked against the ground. As she neared, she placed her forearm on your shoulder, leaning into you.

“Hey there slick,” Her voice cut through, soused with sarcasm as her eyes dug holes into the unbathed guy.

“That stench is lethal,” she joked, pinching her nose. “Might wanna take a couple steps back,” she raised her gun carelessly in the air with a smile curving her lips, but not quite reaching her eyes.

The guy, momentarily staggered by Jinx’s sudden presence, straightened himself. “I was just—“

“Yeah, i don’t really care what you were doing,” Jinx interjected with a sharp tongue, her eyes slicing into him. “Ya see, my girlfriend here? She’s way outta your league, and i don’t quite think you’ve gotten any right to be hanging ‘round her like this.”

She leaned deeper, an almost minacious expression playing on her face. “Now how ‘bout you take your wandering eyes and find someone else to bother? I hear the punchbowl’s real thirsty for attention.”

The guy raised his hands in mock surrender, finally backing firmly away from you. “No harm meant, just… chatting.”

Jinx’s arm fell from your shoulder as she stepped closer, her voice now lowered to a furtive whisper laced with an edge. “Lemme make this clear. If i see you getting too cozy again, i won’t hesitate to blow your eye through the back of your head. Understood?” She said in feigned innocence as she tilted her head.

You watched the scene, a mixture of satisfaction and admiration causing a tug at the corner of your lips as you leaned into Jinx’s side.

“Now scram,” Jinx said grimly, her expression then brightening to her usual artificial cheerfulness as she shooed him away.

As the guy retreated, her eyes turned to you, softening at the sight of you. “He didn’t say anything weird to you, did he? Cause if he did, i’ll—“

“Shut up and kiss me, Jinx,” you interrupted with a chuckle, pulling her by her belt as your lips collided against hers. Her hand gently pressed your neck, tenderly forcing you to kiss her deeper as you smiled softly against her lips.

[elysianiki]

୨୧　𝑃𝑅𝐸𝑇𝑇𝑌 𝐼𝑁 𝑃𝐼𝑁𝐾 ─ 양정원

𝑆𝒴𝑁.　　──　　❛ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇 , 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 … 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 ❜

𝐶𝓁𝐴𝑆𝑆ℐ𝐶 𓈒𓈒𓈒 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 ⋆ 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ・ 𝑐𝑤. 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 ・ 𝑤𝑐. 8OO ・ 𝑔. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿　—　𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑒̀𝑟𝑒.

　 ﹙ ℰ ﹚ ⟡　not really inspired by pretty in pink, more so 16 candles but oh well ! happy belated birthday to @ourhees, my savi bavi, my dearest, this is for you ♡

It was supposed to be your special day, a day where you remained in the spotlight solely meant for you, but much to your frustration, everyone acted as if it were an ordinary day. The house was quiet, an almost unsettling stillness hanging within the air. Your patience grew wearily thin as your entire family seemed oblivious to your existence. Throughout the hours, you dropped hints but they amounted to nothing.

You felt yourself fading into a pit of sadness, looking in the mirror pitifully as your pretty pink dress adorned with a delicate black bow swirled around your legs as you twirled. Your makeup was meticulously done, the soft pink lipstick and glimmering eyeshadow reflecting the joy you wished to feel today. With a heart as heavy as a bag of bricks, you decided to collect yourself elsewhere.

Cold air kissed your exposed skin as you stepped outside, but you continued to feel the disappointment eat away at you. You walked as the sight of happiness surrounded you, happy couples, playful children, groups of friends bustling. You felt like a ghost carelessly floating around on what was supposed to be your birthday, a day you were meant to feel loved and cared for.

A tug at your arm pulled you from your self-wallowing, facing the culprit as the view of your boyfriend stunned you momentarily. He held a small bouquet of your favourite flowers and a subtle smile plastered his lips.

“Happy birthday, love,” his voice weaved through the frosty air, looking at you with lingering eyes as he handed the flowers to you. “You look so… pretty. You must be cold though, aren’t you?”

He attempted to remove his coat, but you pulled him into your chilled embrace, catching him off guard before he held you. “You remembered,” you uttered as your warm breath met the frigid air and a smile sweetly crossed your face.

“How could I forget?” He said as he pulled gently away, looking at you with bright eyes, his hand caressing your hair ever so slightly. He smiled softly, his dimple peeking as he pulled you into his arms again.

　　𖥔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 :　@ourhees @flwrstqr @mmygnolia @bnkiz @myungsua @kairoot @ancnymcnzjy

[elysianiki]

୨୧　𝒮𝑂𝑀𝑁𝐼𝐴 𝒜𝑈𝑅𝐸𝐴 ─ 엔하이픈

☆ ⋆ 𝑝. 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗍7 ・ 𝑓𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ・ 𝑤𝑐. 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 ・ 𝑐𝑤. 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 ・ 𝑔. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 ・ 𝑎𝑛. 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 :𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾　—　𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖿

　　── ❛ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇 , 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 ? ❜

[elysianiki]

୨୧　𝓦RAPPED 𝓘N 𝓨OU ─ 엔하이픈

☆ ⋆ 𝑝. 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗍7 ・ 𝑓𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ・ 𝑤𝑐. 34OO ・ 𝑐𝑤. 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒, 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 ・ 𝑔. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 ・ 𝑎𝑛. 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗆𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖳𝖳　—　𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖿

　　── ❛ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇 , 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ❜

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 ──﹙🪽﹚

You sat in bed, your heart rapidly beating, almost hard enough it seemed as if it would erupt out of your chest. You silently sobbed into your hand, muffling your cries as you curled your body up underneath the comforters.

You felt your tears slip from your hot cheeks onto the pillow. You didn’t even know what caused this outburst of tears, all you knew was that it was painful. Your hushed cries were enough to awaken Heeseung, who was lost in a dazed sleep before he heard light sniffles. He sat up quickly, unsure of what he was supposed to do.

“Hey, what’s the matter, angel?” He asked, his warm hand gently caressing your back as he pulled you into his chest. His mind was racing, thinking about what he should do to ease your mind. He held your face in one hand, wiping the tears from your face as he looked at you with concern.

“I… I don’t even know,” You said softly, tears welling up again as you spoke. You felt pitiable for crying over something so insignificant that you couldn’t even figure out what it was.

“It’s okay,” He said, still holding you close. “You don’t have to know. It’s okay.” His words were soft and sweet, a deep comfort that enveloped you. “You wanna listen to music for a bit?”

The mellifluous notes filled the room as your emotions shifted slightly, the soft music ringing beautifully through your ears. Heeseung’s hand met your chin as he lifted your face, gently planting a kiss on your lips.

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 ──﹙🪽﹚

You were on break from the long and relentless days of uni, finally allowing you to come home and take an edge off the tedious and overwhelming pressure of academics. However, you couldn't shake the nagging in your head that you were beginning to fall behind in your classes. Your grades greatly reflected the stress, tiredness, and strain you felt trying to keep up with assignments.

Your eyes were exhausted, your hair was dishevelled, and your body was hunched and achy. Looking at you, anyone could tell that the world's weight was on your shoulders.

As you entered the apartment, you were met with a savoury aroma. As you turned the corner, the sight of your boyfriend, Jay, cooking became visible. You stared as tears filled your eyes, your emotions overflowing with happiness, stress, and anxiety.

A soft sob escaped your mouth, drawing Jay’s attention to you. You quickly reached for a chair and stumbled to sit while Jay rushed to you. As Jay gently rubbed your back, your body began to shut down, finally reacting to everything.

“Hey, you’re okay; I got you, love.” Jay’s soothing voice was calm as you cried into his shoulder. He held you close, his strong arms enveloping you while you mumbled about the stress and how you were afraid of failing the only thing you had ever done right.

His touch was tender, and his eyes were warm. You felt a sense of clarity and comfort in his embrace, which you hadn’t felt in so long. The thoughts about uni and the overwhelming stress that came with it all began to fade as your arms wrapped around him. Your mind began to ease, and your heart rate started to level as your body relaxed. You inhaled the potent scent of Jay’s perfume, closing your eyes as your breath slowly calmed. You felt the relief you’d longed for, the touch of your boyfriend’s comfort.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 ──﹙🪽﹚

You opened the door, slamming it as you walked into your apartment. Anger and humiliation swirled your face as you stomped throughout the vacant rooms. You had bumped into your ex-boyfriend, the emotionally abusive stalker that you somehow managed to date. You resented him for everything he had done to you and how obsessive he had been both in and out of the relationship. You wished you could go back in time and prevent yourself from ever getting with him, but, much to your displeasure, it was simply impossible.

However, it wasn’t just anger that filled you. You could feel the tears well up in your eyes, daring to fall each time you blinked. You felt the warmth in your cheeks, embarrassment, anger, and sadness all mixing and making themselves evident upon your face.

You abruptly opened your bedroom door, not expecting anyone to be there as Jake wasn’t usually home by then. However, as the door opened with a jar, your boyfriend’s features appeared in your line of sight. He looked at your swollen eyes, still filled with tears, as concern cast his own.

“What’s wrong, babe?” He asked as he walked toward you swiftly. You wanted so badly to cry in his arms but refrained. You huffed a sigh, quickly shaking your head as you attempted to clear your eyes from the tears.

“It’s okay, babe. You can tell me if you want to,” a calm serenity entwined his voice, and a tranquil expression coated his face. You stood still, dubious about whether you wanted to tell him or just forget it even happened.

“Here, how ‘bout this?” His voice lightened. “We can go out and watch a movie? Or we could stay home? Whichever is fine with me as long as it makes you feel better!”

You smiled at him, briskly pulling him into your arms and embracing his figure tight. What would you do without him?

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 ──﹙🪽﹚

You sat on the edge of the couch, your phone clutched in your hand, listening blankly to your mother's words over the line. Your heart dropped at the news, your eyes glaring into the distance as they gently quivered. Tears welled up in your eyes as your pupils dilated.

Sunghoon sat next to you, watching your expression as he tried to understand what was happening. Just moments ago, you were smiling brightly, watching your favourite show. Now, he could only see your solemn eyes and downturned lips.

“I’m sorry, yn,” your mother said softly from the other end of the phone. “There was nothing we could do to save her. We had to put her down. You know how sick she’d gotten.”

“It’s,” your voice quavered, sadness reining your emotions. “It’s fine.” Your voice was barely audible as a lump slowly formed in your throat. Your breaths became strained as your nostrils filled with mucus.

“Baby,” Sunghoon’s voice trailed, concern lacing his voice as he spoke. You turned to look at him after ending the phone call. The moment your eyes met his, reality overcame you. The realisation of what had happened started to creep into your mind. You burst into tears, your heart no longer able to withstand the shock and sadness.

He quickly grabbed you, pulling you close to him as your sobs became muffled in his chest. You wrapped your arms around him, tears streaming from your eyes and snot slipping down your nose. You felt yourself crumble, diminishing you to nothing. Your childhood pet — your best friend, your second half — had passed.

Sunghoon’s warmth had eased you in the seemingly endless hours that followed. The delicate sound of his heart softly pounding in his chest and the soft-spoken words he uttered had comforted you.

“It’s okay, babe. It’s alright,” His voice was tender, a gentle, wistful tone as sadness marred his eyes. The way you had looked, sitting in his arms as you cried, he couldn’t help but feel grim as well.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎 ──﹙🪽﹚

You sat on your bed, desperately searching every crevice of your bag for the bracelet your boyfriend, Sunoo, had made you when you first began dating. Usually, you would never take it off for any occasion, but today, you were working in the science laboratory at university. You did as you were instructed to do by your professor and put the loose jewellery in your bag.

You remember putting it in your bag, so it must still be there, right? You scoured your bag, entirely sure it was there somewhere, but you still couldn’t find it. You searched around your room, thinking it might’ve fallen out while you walked in, but still, you couldn’t find it.

You checked on your bed, under your bed, the floors, the closet, your laundry, the nightstand, your dresser, anywhere you could think. You thought maybe you were going insane. Maybe you hallucinated even bringing it to school.

As panic and distress started to creep up inside of you, you began tearing up. You started the process over, searching your bag again as you threw everything from inside it. You threw clothes from your closet and clothes from your drawers, still unable to locate the missing bracelet. You puffed an exasperated sigh as you abruptly shut the drawer, slamming it on your fingers.

Foul language slipped through your mouth as you gripped your hand in anger. Then, in a matter of seconds, that anger shifted into affliction as tears slipped down your flushed cheeks.

“Yn, what happened?” Sunoo rushed to you as worry enlaced him. “What’s the matter, love?” You covered your face, unable to face him with the guilt that harboured inside.

“I lost the bracelet,” you said, your voice wavering. Sunoo pulled you close and fast, the thumping of his heart echoing in your ears.

“Babe, it’s fine. It’s just a bracelet.” He said softly as his hand rested on your waist. “You still have me, babe.” You smiled against his chest before you both slowly pulled back, brushing the tears from your face.

“Even if it’s lost, you’ll always have me,” his words filled you with consolation. His eyes were warm and sweet as they stared into your own.

After a few days had passed, Sunoo knocked softly on the bedroom door, entering after you instructed. He seemed to look happier than ever before as he handed you a little, self-crafted box.

“Open it,” his smile shined, almost as blinding and bright as the sun. You opened the box carefully, a light blue bracelet slowly making its appearance. “I hope you like it. I know it’s not like the original, but I hoped it’d make you feel better.”

You jumped up happily, embracing him tightly as you placed small pecks all over his face, thanking him several times between each kiss.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 ──﹙🪽﹚

You stood in front of the mirror, your gaze wandering, nitpicking each of your insecurities as tears rose in your eyes. Although you trusted your boyfriend and didn’t mind his friendship with his ex, you couldn’t stop the feelings that came with this friendship.

You tried to reason with yourself, but your mind always thought of the worst possible outcome. You kept pushing your emotions down, but it irked you, even though you hated to admit it. You hated to think that your boyfriend might ever do something like that. To even question his loyalty came as a surprise. You summed it up as being an expert overthinker, and this fell into that category.

You felt bitter and distant toward Jungwon and disdainful of yourself. You hated this feeling, which ate you up inside every moment you thought about it. You would never have the guts to tell Jungwon, as it would just make things awkward.

Jungwon’s figure appeared from behind the door, his bright smile curving into a sullen expression as he looked at your tearful eyes. He walked toward you, but your words cut through the air.

“Why are you dating me?” You uttered faintly. Though quiet, your words pierced the air and struck Jungwon’s heart. Your solemn expression laid unmoved as though you had become numb, but you knew your heart ruptured as soon as you spoke.

“Why do you think I’m dating you?” His voice laced itself with sincerity and genuinity as his delicate eyes looked into yours.

“I don’t know, Jungwon…” your hands trembled as your gaze evaded his. You had no idea why someone like Jungwon would be with you, especially when he was still close with his ex-girlfriend, who was everything you wanted to be.

“Yn, I want you to understand that I chose you.” He stalled as his eyes took you in. “You’re my only choice because I only want you. And I hate that I made you doubt me.” He walked over, placing his arms around you from behind and planting mellow kisses on your cheek.

“Nothing, not a single thing, compares to you. Just look at you,” he said as you both looked into the mirror. Your cheeks flushed as a smile curled on your lips, a stifled laugh escaping. “I’m serious, yn. You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met. The best thing that has ever happened to me. Even if you don’t see it, I do, and I won’t let you go.”

You nestled yourself against him, resting your head on his shoulder and holding his hand on your waist. He stroked your abdomen gingerly with his thumb and placed tender kisses against your skin as you melted into his embrace.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 ──﹙🪽﹚

You lay on your bed, the comforters enveloping you in the fluffy fabric as you scrolled through your phone. You tried to distract yourself from the fact that your boyfriend had ghosted you for what felt like months. Your heart sank every time you thought of him, a reminder that his work was more important than you. You no longer felt like his girlfriend, just a memory that got lost in the back of his mind.

You tried multiple times to reach out to him but were met with open-ended conversations each time. You knew he was busy, but you couldn’t help feeling like you weren’t enough for him. You sensed the growing distance between you, but you let it grow colder instead of confronting it.

You sat up, the silence engulfing you as your heart paced in your chest. Your thoughts scampered through your mind, and a cluster of thoughts filled you to the brim of insanity. You needed something to ease yourself from the constant contemplation of your relationship.

You found yourself cleaning — wiping down the counters and organising the excessive clutter around you. You felt as if putting your surroundings in order would manage to bring the desperately craved clarity to your heart.

Your heart ached for him, yearning for the day he’d finally have a human conversation with you again, but instead, you suffered silently. You held onto the hope that he’d come back around, but as time passed, you grew acrimonious.

It seemed fate finally listened to your calls as you saw a text message from him appear at the top of your phone screen. Your heart descended as you read the daunting message. “We need to talk. I’ll be there in twenty.”

You became hyper-focused as you cleaned the dishes, scrubbing them with immense force and washing the same dish for the third time. Anxiety washed over you, making you look as if you’d never seen the sun with how pale you were. You felt the pounding in your chest vibrate through your body while you checked the time every moment you could get.

You heard the beep of each button pressed on the keypad, the door opening with a discordant peal as Riki entered. You could feel his eyes on you as he shuffled toward you.

“What are you doing?” His voice filled with both curiosity and irritation, his tall figure towering your own. You paused, the dish slowly slipping from your grasp and sliding into the water.

“I’m just… cleaning,” your voice wavered. Your gaze remained on the soapy water swirling in the sink, bubbles popping.

“Cleaning?” His voice dripped with subtle doubt as his eyes pierced through you. His eyebrows crinkled as he stepped closer, his presence crushing. “Since when do you clean? You always say it’s ‘just clutter’.” A sharpness exuded from his tone, both confusion and concern that enlaced his words as you grabbed the dish again.

“I just… thought I should organise or something,” you kept your repose, your voice traced with bitterness. But your heart pounded viciously in your chest as you spoke.

“If you wanted to talk, you could’ve just texted me,” a surge of frustration washed over you as Riki’s words pricked at you. You dropped the dish, the water not being present to catch it as it shattered in the empty sink. Riki flinched before freezing, his eyes wide, and his words caught in his throat.

Instinctively, Riki reached out, his hand almost grabbing yours before he halted. He hesitated, bringing his hand back slowly as his heart sank deeper in his chest. Guilt filled his eyes, his stare avoidant of yours, reaching out once more as he held your hand within his grasp.

“Are you okay?” He asked faintly as he pulled toward you with furrowed eyebrows. “I didn’t mean to—“ As his gaze shifted toward your eyes, he saw the teary expression that glazed over your face. Not a second wasted, he pulled you into him, his arms wrapped tightly around you. Silence encapsulated the two of you as he held you before you pulled away gently.

“You don’t know how much I love you, Riki,” your voice broke, muffled in his chest as heavy tears welled in your eyes. “You never knew. I waited so long for you, and you never came.” You tried to hold yourself, but your heart ached.

“I was scared, yn.”

“Of what?” You sniffled. “Why would you be scared? I’ve been up, endless nights filled with the thought of you, the thought that you didn’t care, the thought that you didn’t love me like I love you. Why were you scared?” Your voice faltered as genuinity entwined your words.

“I felt like I was letting you down, yn. Constantly having to be away, I didn’t want to hold you back because I know you deserve better. I didn’t want to be the source for your unhappiness.” His words were light, his face stinging with an emotional tinge that somehow filled your heart with a little warmth. “I care about you and I love you. I regret not showing you that. I’m sorry.”

You pulled him close, your heart melting as his warmth enveloped you, contrasting the clod tears that marked your face. “I love you, ki.” You said as his grip around you tightened, his lips pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you, too.”

　　𖥔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 :　@wonsdoll @flwrstqr @mmygnolia @nshmuras

[elysianiki]

୨୧　𝓓RENCHED 𝓘N 𝓨OU ─ 박성훈

☆ ⋆ 𝑝. 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 ・ 𝑓𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ・ 𝑤𝑐. 6OO ・ 𝑐𝑤. 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 ・ 𝑔. 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 ・ 𝑎𝑛. 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 !! 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 @mygnolia　—　𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖿

　　── ❛ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇 , 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 + 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅 = 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 ❜

Watching Sunghoon’s svelte frame in the salt-water pool, the thin clothes clinging to his figure as he glided across the water, you relished in the sight.

“Having fun watching, babe?” His velvety voice echoed through the enclosed space, water splashing as a smirk washed over his lips. You paused, the sight of his pretty brown eyes gazing at you, his head tilted and his eyebrow lifted, it was all too much to take in.

You rolled your eyes playfully, sugary lips curving into a smile as you slowly dipped yourself into the pool. The water placed cold kisses against your skin as you sunk in, your body already trembling as you neared Sunghoon who stood there, smiling.

“That’s better,” he whispered, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer, his hands sliding up and down your form. You smiled, a shiver still present as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You like to see me like this?” You teased and leaned closer, your lips almost pressing against his skin, but you halted. Your breath brushes against his ear, your voice a low whisper. “I could get used to this view… but I’m not the only one enjoying it, am I?”

You pulled away from him, savouring the reaction he gave as your hand rested on his practically bare chest, the white cloth barely visible as if it had simply disintegrated.

“Will this answer your question?” Sunghoon asked rhetorically, gripping your waist tight, his arms pulling you close. A soft giggle left your lips, muffled as he kissed you. Your arms wrapped around him as the kiss deepened, your fingers tangling within his hair. His breath became heavy as your lips traced down his neck leaving sweet love bites on his Adam's apple.

Warmth radiated from Sunghoon’s body contrasting the cold water that splashed around you. His fingers dug into your waist, pulling you closer as your kisses quickened with more urgency and lust.

You placed rough kisses along his delicate skin, lingering over his collarbone. You couldn’t resist the temptation, gently biting down, a soft nip at his skin that made him gasp, breath hitched in his throat. You pulled back, watching his reaction as his eyes grew dark, lips parted as he looked down at you and an unreadable expression painted his face.

“Careful, babe,” he teased, his voice deep and throaty as he leaned toward you. You smiled, your fingers trailing down his body, caressing his firm abs. Water thrashed around you as you leaned closer, peppering soft kisses against his chest.

Sunghoon’s hands stroked your back, the heat between you warming the cold pool. You felt his rapid heartbeat against your lips as you trailed your way back up his neck. You paused, meeting his lust-drunken gaze.

You pressed your lips against his, capturing the taste of the sweet nectar that glazed them, a salty mixture of the water that filled your tastebuds. His hand gently held your hair as he pushed you into him, deepening the kiss. Without thought or hesitation, your teeth lightly clamped on his lower lip, eliciting a soft groan from him. You felt yourself smirk against his lips as blood seeped into your mouth.

“You really want to play?” A murmure escaped his now bloodied lips, his breath brushing against your cold face. “I can bite back, y’know?”

He gripped your waist tight, his strong arms lifting you as you wrapped your legs around his abdomen. The water splashed around your bodies as his lips collided with yours. Every kiss, every caress sent your heart aflame, a desire filled you with hunger for the taste of his lips.

　　𖥔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 :　@wonsdoll @flwrstqr @mmygnolia @nshmuras @myungsua @kairoot

[elysianiki]

୨୧　𝓟AIN 𝓑ENEATH 𝓨OUR 𝓣OUCH ─ 이희승

☆ ⋆ 𝑝. 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 ・ 𝑓𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ・ 𝑤𝑐. 5OO ・ 𝑐𝑤. 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 , 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 ・ 𝑔. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ・ 𝑎𝑛. 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗊 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 :𝗉　—　𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖿

　　── ❛ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇 , 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗌 ❜

You lay encompassed by warm blankets, the soft fabric wrapping around your cold body, embracing you. Despite the several painkillers you had taken to ease the discomfort, a sharp cramp struck through your lower abdomen.

Just as a haze of drowsiness began to engulf you, the loud, insistent ringing of your phone resonated through the silent room. With a groan, your body weakly turned to grab it. The screen lit up with Heeseung’s name.

“Hey Hee, I’m kinda sick right now…” your voice a faint whisper, wavering with fragility. Another wave of pain struck through you, and you clenched your abdomen, Heeseung’s words drowned out by the throbbing echoing through your ears.

“Well, I’m here, so I might as well take care of you, right?” His soft chuckle was filled with a hint of concern, your attention quickly shifting back to your phone.

“You’re here?” You questioned, the sound of the front door creaking open reverberating through your apartment. You stood up hastily, almost jumping to your feet in a sudden surge of energy. However, your cramps were incessant, the torment of your period never ceasing. Suddenly, Heeseung’s tall, svelte figure appeared in the doorway, arms laden with snacks, drinks, and a heated plush.

“Babe, what are you doing?” His voice was laced with concern as he set down his ‘supplies’ and took your hand in his. Your brain pounded, a rhythmic pulse throbbed in your head as Heeseung held you, leading you back to bed.

“I’m fine, Hee,” you insisted, a fragile laugh escaping your lips as you feigned nonchalance. He pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, his touch gentle as a slight heat radiated from your head.

“You don’t quite have a fever,” he said softly, his eyes taking in the sight of you. “I brought your favourites cause I know it must be painful.” He grabbed a drink from the dresser, opening it with a fizz as he reached for the painkillers.

“Open up,” he said, playfully demonstrating with his own mouth. You couldn’t help but smile, even through the discomfort. “Heeseung, I’m not a baby,” you teased, reaching for the pill, but he pulled away.

“No,” he pouted, eyebrows furrowed together. “Open up.” You let out an exasperated sigh, a smile creeping onto your lips as you complied, opening your mouth as instructed before swallowing the pill and downing it with the drink he offered.

“Oh, I bought this heat pad plush thingy,” he said, grabbing the Hello Kitty stuffy. “You’re supposed to… fill it with water or something.” You laughed sinking yourself into the warm blankets, Heeseung messing with the stuffy. “I’ll be rihht back with this, you just relax,” his voice filled with sincerity, his bambi eyes delicate and soft.

After a brief struggle, Heeseung came back, a proud smile curled on his lips as he slid into bed beside you. He placed the heated plush against your abdomen, his firm hand pressing it gently as he nestled closer. He planted delicate kisses along your face, tracing your graceful features as he spoke sweet nothings.

“Try to get some rest, baby,” he whispered, his voice a soothing melody as he brushed stray hairs from your face. As you closed your eyes, his gentle humming rang tenderly through your ears, a daze immersing you into sleep.

　　𖥔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 :　@wonsdoll @flwrstqr @mmygnolia @nshmuras @myungsua @kairoot

[elysianiki]

୨୧　𝐴𝑀𝑂𝑅 𝐹𝐴𝐿𝑆𝑈𝑆 ─ 엔하이픈

☆ ⋆ 𝑝. 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗍7 ・ 𝑓𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ・ 𝑤𝑐. 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 ・ 𝑐𝑤. 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 ・ 𝑔. 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 ・ 𝑎𝑛. 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌　—　𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖿

　　── ❛ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇 , 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 ? ❜

　　𖥔  𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡  :　@wonsdoll @flwrstqr @mmygnolia @nshmuras @myungsua @kairoot

[elysianiki]

　　　　　　　　　　　　𝐴𝑅𝐶𝐻𝐼𝑉𝐸

⚠︎　𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗲𝗹𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗸𝗶. 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌.

𝐴𝐿𝐿 ── ✉️

wispy moonlight　texts, angst, fluff

wrapped in you　fluff, comfort

somnia aurea　texts, fluff

amor falsus　texts, angst, suggestive

𝑈𝑁𝐼𝑇𝑆 ── ✉️

　 ⤷ nothing yet !

𝐿𝐸𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝐸𝑆𝐸𝑈𝑁𝐺 ── ✉️

pain beneath your touch　drabble, fluff

𝑃𝐴𝑅𝐾 𝐽𝑂𝑁𝐺𝑆𝐸𝑂𝑁𝐺 ── ✉️

　 ⤷ nothing yet !

𝑆𝐼𝑀 𝐽𝐴𝐸𝑌𝑈𝑁 ── ✉️

　 ⤷ nothing yet !

𝑃𝐴𝑅𝐾 𝑆𝑈𝑁𝐺𝐻𝑂𝑂𝑁 ── ✉️

keep me breathless　drabble, fluff

mend you　imagine, comfort

drenched in you　drabble, suggestive

𝐾𝐼𝑀 𝑆𝐸𝑂𝑁𝑊𝑂𝑂 ── ✉️

　 ⤷ nothing yet !

𝑌𝐴𝑁𝐺 𝐽𝑈𝑁𝐺𝑊𝑂𝑁 ── ✉️

taste of your scars　drabble, fluff

it wasn’t us　drabble, angst

ninety in the rain　drabble, angst

pretty in pink　drabble, fluff

𝑁𝐼𝑆𝐻𝐼𝑀𝑈𝑅𝐴 𝑅𝐼𝐾𝐼 ── ✉️

on your skin　drabble, fluff

just a taste　drabble, fluff

cracked doll　drabble, angst, fluff

unconditionally　drabble, fluff

　　𖥔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 :　@wonsdoll @flwrstqr @mmygnolia @nshmuras @myungsua @kairoot @ancnymcnzjy

[amariose]

　　　　　　　　　　　　 𝐴𝑅𝐶𝐻𝐼𝑉𝐸

⚠︎　𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘀𝗲. 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌. 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋.

✉️ ── 𝐽𝐼𝑁𝑋

drop in like a bomb　drabble

✉️ ── 𝑉𝐼𝑂𝐿𝐸𝑇

dip in my daydream　drabble

✉️ ── 𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐼𝐾𝐴

　 ⤷ no works available yet !

✉️ ── 𝐶𝐴𝐼𝑇𝐿𝑌𝑁

　 ⤷ no works available yet !

✉️ ── 𝑀𝐼𝑆𝐶𝐸𝐿𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐸𝑂𝑈𝑆

　 ⤷ no works available yet !

✉️ ── 𝐴𝑅𝐶𝐴𝑁𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝑊𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐸𝑆

　 ⤷ no works available yet !

　　𖥔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 :　none ! send ask or comment to be added !

[elysianiki]

୨୧　𝓝INETY 𝓘N 𝓣HE 𝓡AIN ─ YJW

☆ ⋆ 𝑝. 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 ・ 𝑓𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ・ 𝑤𝑐. 4OO ・ 𝑐𝑤. 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁 ・ 𝑔. 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ・ 𝑎𝑛. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝗂 𝖻𝖺𝗏𝗂 𝖻𝖼 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗒 :)　—　𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖿

　　── ❛ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇 , 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾-𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗒𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 ❜

Your arms wrapped tightly around Jungwon’s waist as the motorcycle revved up. Your heart raced, and your hands began to tremble, the bike already quickly moving down the road.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s not as bad as it seems,” Jungwon said from behind his helmet, his voice muffled. You slowly opened your eyes as the wind that encircled you caressed bits of exposed skin through the gear you wore. You looked at the city buildings blowing past you in a bright blur as tiny droplets pressed against your clothes and the moon shone in the darkness.

You rested your helmet against Jungwon’s back as the world seemed to pass by you. The feeling of the raindrops hitting your clothes made everything seem so ethereal. The sound of the engine accelerating blared in your ears as Jungwon spoke jokingly.

“See, it’s not so bad,” he laughed softly. You smiled, your heart quickly pounding in your chest as a familiar warmth spread throughout your body, a deep contrast to the coldness of the rain.

“This is kinda.. fun,” you said as you gripped his clothes, still slightly fearful. As you reached the freeway, Jungwon began to speed up.

The motorcycle thrust forward and the patter of rain increased, the world around you becoming a blurred painting through the droplets that slipped down your helmet. Jungwon leaned into the curves of the freeway, the speed flared a stir of fear and elation inside you.

“Hang on,” his yell muffled from his helmet as he laughed, barely audible over the engine accelerating and the sound of the heavy rain hitting your helmets.

Your grip tightened around him as you pressed yourself close, closing your eyes tight. You felt the coolness of his soaked jacket as a smile painted your lips. Everything seemed so alive—so perfect. But as you made your way closer to the sharp turn that shaped itself in the highway, the road became slick as the tyres struggled to grip the road beneath them. Jungwon focused, his eyebrows furrowing as his face contorted. You felt the change in atmosphere as tension rose.

“Jungwon, we should slow down,” you said, fear creeping into your eyes.

“It’s fine, babe. Just trust me,” he yelled over the thunder that shot out behind the lightning. As the motorcycle neared the turn, visibility descended. Everything became surreal.

Then, the motorcycle skidded, the rear tyre losing friction as the rest of the vehicle trembled and slid. Your scream could be heard over the screeching of the metal scraping against the asphalt before everything darkened.

　　𖥔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 :　@wonsdoll @flwrstqr @mmygnolia

[elysianiki]

୨୧　IT WASN’T US ─ YJW

☆ ⋆ 𝑝. 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 ・ 𝑓𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ・ 𝑤𝑐. 4OO ・ 𝑐𝑤. 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗎𝗉 ・ 𝑔. 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ・ 𝑠𝑦𝑛. 𝗒𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝗈　—　𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖿

you ran your hand through your hair, the words you had previously practiced caught in your throat. the mere sight of him was overwhelming, almost suffocating. his eyes glazed over with tears and his face flushed with a pink tinge. he attempted to blink the tears away but to no avail as they kept slipping down his warm cheeks.

“is that really what you want?” his voice quavered, as if he were attempting to conceal the pain he felt. his gaze was fixated on you, as it always seemed to be. even now, you could still feel the gentle tenderness and warmth his eyes always presented.

“i think so,” you muttered, uncertainty laced your voice now that you stood in front of him. you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, the guilt of the situation eating away at you. if you had looked at those solemn eyes, you knew you’d fall right back into his arms. that warm embrace you now desperately long for.

regret consumed you as the months followed. within each moment of each day, the desperation for his presence, his touch, ate you up and spat you out. it was a sickness. staying in your room for days on end as the depression kept coming back to slap you in the face with heavy hands.

the thought that you cut off the only thing keeping you together, keeping you sane, it killed you. you regretted it. it was your fault. you let the insecurities dissect yourself, pick yourself apart. the thought that you’d never be good enough. the thought that you’d never be perfect enough. the thought that you’d never be capable of giving him the love like he deserved. the thought that if you’d stuck around, he’d realize all of this. and he’d be the one to leave instead.

now you watch as he walks with her, holding her hand with a sweet smile gracing his lips. you see the way he smiles at her witty jokes and finds her cute laugh endearing. the way his eyebrows crinkle as he laughs when she takes unexpected photos of him. the way they share their drinks, and he willingly offers his to her if she prefers it. all reminiscent of the things you’d used to do. before you ruined everything.

“it wasn’t us. it was me. it was always me.”

　　𖥔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 :　@wonsdoll @flwrstqr

[elysianiki]

୨୧　WISPY MOONLIGHT ─ ENHYPEN

☆ ⋆ 𝑝. 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 ・ 𝑓𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ・ 𝑤𝑐. — ・ 𝑐𝑤. 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 ・ 𝑔. 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ・ 𝑠𝑦𝑛. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗂𝗍 ?　—　𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖿

　　𖥔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 :　@wonsdoll @flwrstqr