#女 ˒ layout inspired by 𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗶 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 ⋆. 🩹 ᰍ

[hursheys]

HOMEY-MOON.

꒰♡꒱﹑ IN WHICH all your husband wants is to build a home with you during your honeymoon.

ıllı . ##2022 ( DRABBLE ) && yudai x fem. reader. beware. established relationship, marriage, newlyweds, honeymooners shit, fluff, kissing, suggestive at the end. wc. 0.4k!

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𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 ◞♡   ⃗. @kstrucknet @slytherinshua @welcometomyoasis

AUTHORS NOTE ♡⃕. i'm sick. where can i build this man for myself? thank you zanna for the brainrot <3. if you enjoyed please like and reblog!

© 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱.

“That box goes there, these go in the kitchen, and this one comes to our bedroom,” you instruct, carefully balancing a box of books in your arms as you give final directions to the movers and your husband.

From the moment you and Yudai got engaged, you both knew you wanted to start your life together in a home you could call your own. It was a joint decision to prioritize buying a house over a honeymoon, and now, just days after your wedding, you’re both standing in your new home, ready to turn it into a place of love and comfort.

As the movers leave, you and Yudai immediately spring into action. You head to the kitchen, eager to make it the heart of your home, while Yudai starts assembling furniture, determined to turn your house into a cozy haven. It’s a beautiful display of teamwork, each of you working towards the same goal in your own way.

“Mr. Koga, would you like some water?” you call out cheerfully, wiping sweat from your brow as you decide to take some respite. You hear Yudai hum in agreement from across the room, his focus unwavering.

When you finally reach him, glasses of water in hand, you take a moment to appreciate the sight of him. He is bent over, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, deeply engrossed in the assembly manual. The soft sound of wooden pieces being connected and the occasional clink of tools lend a comforting rhythm to the atmosphere. You admire his determination, knowing how hard he works to transform your house into a cosy home.

Unbeknownst to you, you are captivated by the sight of your husband, who is all too aware of your lingering gaze. He flexes his muscles with a smirk as he works, well aware of how much you appreciate it, given your endless compliments about his physique.

At the sight of his infuriating smirk, you huff and roll your eyes as you hand him his drink. He laughs, standing up and pulling you into his embrace.

“What is it, Mrs. Koga?” he asks, eyeing the playful smile on your lips, a similar one stretching across his face.

“Not much, Husband,” you reply playfully. “It’s just that you don’t have to work to win me over anymore; I literally married you.”

He hums while tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “You might be right, but I will never stop trying to win you over. Now—” You squeal as he effortlessly sweeps you off your feet and carries you bridal style toward the inviting atmosphere in your bedroom.

“Let me try to win you over once more, wife.” 

[hursheys]

TIMELESS ROUTINE.

꒰♡꒱﹑ IN WHICH your previously insignificant nightly routine finds new meaning with the man you love.

ıllı . ##2022 ( DRABBLE ) && yudai x gn. reader. beware. established relationship, domestic shit, fucking fluff, kissing, k and reader are whipped with each other (like no, they're fr so cooked). wc. 0.4k!

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𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 ◞♡   ⃗. @kstrucknet @slytherinshua @welcometomyoasis

AUTHORS NOTE ♡⃕. rewatching &routine inspired this (along with my talks with zanna and her newfound k brainrot). if you enjoyed please like and reblog!

© 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱.

“Umm, where did I put my face masks? Yudai, have you seen—” You peek into the living room to find your boyfriend sitting on the floor, surrounded by your missing face masks.

“Unbelievable,” you mumble, carefully stepping around the masks to stand before Yudai.

His eyelashes flutter as he looks up at you, and you can’t help but stifle a laugh when he pulls you onto his lap, showering your face with kisses.

“Stop! You’re going to get the product all over me,” you protest, gently pushing his face away but inadvertently getting some of it on your hands.

“That’s fine. I can always grab a new mask,” your boyfriend counters, leaning in to kiss your temple. You scoff with a smile, leaning into him, “You’re so shameless.”

Night routines have evolved since your boyfriend moved in with you. They still involve the usual: showering, skincare, stretching, journaling, and sleep. The only change is that they have become a source of shared joy. With Yudai, you’ve not only found a lover but also a true best friend.

“Oh! How about wearing this tonight?” he suggests, pointing at a Kuromi face mask before nudging you with his face, adorned with a Hello Kitty mask.

You weren’t planning on wearing Kuromi tonight, but seeing his excitement, you couldn’t say no to him.

“All right, but only if we can have a sleepover tonight,” you negotiate, “it’s been a while since we’ve had one.”

“Deal! I miss our sleepovers,” he replies with a smile, shifting you so you’re straddling him.

Guiding your hands over his shoulders, he bumps your noses together. “I love this little life we share,” he says, his voice filled with sincerity that makes your heart flutter. Yudai tenderly cups your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I want to spend every moment of it next to you.” 

Before you can respond to his unexpected confession, he leans closer, capturing your parted lips with his lingering kiss. The world around you fades away, and in that moment, you’re completely overwhelmed by the depth of his affection.

When you both eventually part, resuming the rhythm of your nightly routine, it feels as though time has taken on a life of its own; it speeds up and yet seems to halt. In this moment, all that matters is the simple joy of sharing life with someone special. The true essence of your relationship, found in these small, seemingly insignificant moments, makes your life with him beautiful.

[hursheys]

4:00 am ⭑₊

꒰♡꒱﹑ IN WHICH you're haunted by the ghost of him.

ıllı . ##2019 ( TIMESTAMP ) && beomgyu x gn. reader. beware. break up au, angst, hurt, comfort, time paradox. wc. 0.59k!

𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘅 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 ◞♡   ⃗. @ihruaz

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 ◞♡   ⃗. @kstrucknet @loserlvrss @slytherinshua @welcometomyoasis

AUTHORS NOTE ♡⃕. this came out angstier than i had intended and i’m blaming my sad playlist. like and reblog!

© 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱.

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You stir awake, blinking your sleepy eyes as they adjust to the dim light. Rubbing your face to shake off the lingering drowsiness, you feel your boyfriend stirring beside you.

Glancing at the nightstand, you glare at the clock next to you. 

For weeks now, you’ve been waking up at the same time each morning. Your clock always reads the same thing.

4:00 am.

The sound of your name pulls you out of your daze as your boyfriend murmurs, “Come back to sleep, will you? It’s too early, my love.”

“I can’t—it’s always the same time. Why?” you ask, barely managing to hold back your tears. At the sound of your distress, Beomgyu sits up, wrapping his arms around you and gently wiping away your tears. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he reassures you as you curl into him, seeking refuge in his embrace. “I’m here. I’ll always be right here.”

“But you’re not,” you manage to say, looking up at him, “You’re gone.”

“What?” Beomgyu replies, a confused laugh escaping his lips. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been gone for a while now, remember? I told you to leave,” you exclaim, a mix of frustration and sadness overwhelming you, “This is just another dream.”

Not long ago, you realized you couldn’t keep deceiving him—or yourself. Each “I love you” echoed with an emptiness that had lingered for too long. 

An emptiness you had chosen to overlook.

Just a few days after the breakup, he began to haunt you, waking you each morning at the exact moment you ended things with him.

“Remember, my love? I woke you up at this time,” you gesture toward the clock, which still reads four in the morning, “because I couldn’t keep lying to myself or to you—or to us.”

“Funny, I still see you as part of me, even though I was the one who insisted I didn’t need you anymore,” you sob, pressing closer to him, contradicting all the convincing stories you’ve told yourself—that you didn’t need him, that you didn’t love him. 

“Now you’re here, a ghost that haunts me, and strangely, I find comfort in that.”

“Then keep holding on to my ghost,” he whispered, pulling you even tighter as if fearing you might vanish at any moment.  “You must need me if I’m here haunting you, right? Please, let me stay with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

And so, you remained in that embrace you missed; he held you close as you cried.

Your comfort and your tormentor, Beomgyu, was your everything. In the aftermath of tearing out his soul, he was the one piecing yours back together.

As you ran out of tears and your eyelids grew heavy, you didn’t stir when he quietly got out of bed and slipped through your bedroom door, just like that night. His scent faded when the door clicked shut, and still, you didn’t react.

Laying your head back to sleep, you glanced at the clock: four in the morning. The numbers mocked you, a reminder that the remnants of his echo had become your constant and only source of solace.

In the ache of his absence, you felt undeniably alive, realizing, at last, that you had truly loved him all along. If you hadn’t, this ache would have been bearable— it simply wouldn’t exist. 

As you closed your eyes, a faint smile touched your lips at this revelation, you closed your eyes and began to drift off, only to be jolted awake by the relentless scream of time.

4:00 am. 

[hursheys]

⭑₊ ATTRACTIVE ATTENTION

꒰♡꒱﹑ IN WHICH your crush won't stop staring at your notes.

ıllı . ##2019 ( DRABBLE ) && gyehyeon x gn. reader. requested. zanna. beware. school au, hot gyehyeon. wc. 0.31k!

𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 ◞♡   ⃗. fill THIS form out to be added.

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 ◞♡   ⃗. @kstrucknet @slytherinshua @welcometomyoasis

AUTHORS NOTE ♡⃕. so i can totally picture gyehyeon doing this... like 100% could be canon. he's just so LKjdlkfdk also, was originally gonna write this for yongseung, but then i remembered gyehyeon's kprofile and here we are hehe

© 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. like and reblog!

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“He’s staring again,” your friend whispers.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Gyehyeon’s gaze. Sure enough, two tables away, he’s intently focused on your notes, wearing a look that's hard to decipher.

Normally, you’d bask in the attention, but today is different. You’re pressed for time.

Last night, you ended up staying way too late at the martial arts showcase, totally not wrapped up in Gyehyeon’s matches. Now, you’re racing against the clock to fit in more practice for your physics exam later this afternoon, unless you want to bomb it.

The thought of failing sharpens your focus on the remaining problems until your friend scoffs, “He’s not even being subtle about it.”

Their annoyance is more distracting than the enticing idea of Gyehyeon watching you, making you grip your pen tighter.

“I think he’s looking at your notes…”

That did it.

You lift your gaze, furrowing your brows, and find him unabashedly meeting your eye, an eyebrow raised.

“Hey,” your friend murmurs, “what are you—” but you cut them off and stride between the tables straight over to Gyehyeon.

“What am I doing wrong?”

“Huh?” he replies, sitting up in surprise.

“You’re staring at my notes,” you gesture back at your table, suddenly aware that you've just marched up to your crush. “If you see a mistake, you need to tell me. I can’t afford to fail this test.”

“Oh, sorry,” he shrugs. “I have no idea if your work is right or not.”

Your face falls in despair as pressure mounts, “What the heck? Then why are you staring at me?”

“I was just watching you write.”

What the—

He smirks, and that expression does things to your already shaky composure; you can’t remember how to breathe.

He leans in closer, lowering his voice just for you, and whispers, “I think your hands are attractive.”

[hursheys]

⭑₊ SCARED & LOVED

꒰♡꒱﹑ IN WHICH your closest friend evokes both fear and comfort within you.

ıllı . ##2022 ( DRABBLE ) && harua x gn. reader. requested. anon. beware. angst, friends au, some language, reader is scared of being loved, fluff if you squint. wc. 0.25k!

&𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 ◞♡   ⃗. fill THIS form out to be added.

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 ◞♡   ⃗. @slytherinshua @welcometomyoasis

AUTHORS NOTE ♡⃕. this was a bit of a struggle to write since there are so many routes you can take when it comes to fear of love. anyways, i feel like i did a decent enough job with this!

© 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. like and reblog!

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You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, your eyes looking up at the falling snow instead, as if he didn't exist.

He's the only person who makes you feel fucked up and anxious.

He makes you feel scared.

His sincerity is overwhelming, his unconditional love daunting, and his patience feels suffocating.

Harua has been your friend for years, and things have stayed consistent. However, your friendship has evolved into something more complicated, and you're struggling to understand the meaning of these changes.

Breaking up your thoughts, he wraps his scarf around you while gently chiding you for forgetting to wear yours. That’s just the type of friend he is to you.

Harua is the only one who knows the depth of your pain and your reluctance to embrace love again.

He carries your fears as if they were his own. "I love you," he confesses, reaching for your hand to steady himself before speaking up again. "I'm sorry."

You couldn't meet his eyes, looking everywhere but at him, not because you don't love him back, but because you wish you didn't. Yet, when you do look at him, you realise it's not being loved you're afraid of; you're terrified of getting hurt.

With a little smile, you simply say, "Okay," squeezing his hand and pulling him into a hug. He returns your hug and kisses your temple gingerly.

While your fears haven't completely vanished, you know Harua would never do anything to hurt you.

He is the man who makes you feel secure and at ease.

He makes you feel loved.

[hursheys]

SIMPLE SIMPLICITY.

꒰♡꒱﹑ IN WHICH your boyfriend comes home late from rehearsals.

ıllı . ##2017 ( DRABBLE ) && changmin x gn. reader. beware. established relationship, domestic shit, fluff. wc. 0.2k!

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘇 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 ◞♡   ⃗. @deoboyznet @sanaxo-o

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 ◞♡   ⃗. @slytherinshua @welcometomyoasis

AUTHORS NOTE ♡⃕. SIGHHHHH i just need a domestic boyfriend. if you enjoyed please like and reblog!

© 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱.

Changmin let out a sigh when he found you curled up under your desk— again.

He didn't mind washing the dishes left in the sink after he missed dinner with you. He would have been home sooner if the rehearsals for their upcoming comeback hadn't run so long.

It didn’t bother him that he was left with the task of folding the laundry you had left drying, as he had to wash and fold his clothes anyway.

The living room was littered with the toys you had ordered for Ghana, accompanied by a mess of opened Amazon packages, but this didn't bother him.

What only concerned him was that your back would hurt in the morning. So, scooping you up, he shushed Ghana, who complained at being taken from your snuggles.

As your laptop's screen flashed, he only cared that you had finished your work, the "submitted" screen on display.

Changmin kissed your forehead as you stirred awake, shushing you as you mumbled about needing to stay up with him.

As he tucked you into bed, he only saw evidence that you thought of him throughout the week and missed him just as much as he missed you.

[hursheys]

SCATTERED AND SHREDDED.

꒰♡꒱﹑ IN WHICH you find a final reminder of your ex.

ıllı . ##2017 ( DRABBLE ) && sunwoo x gn. reader. beware. angst (?), moving on from a failed relationship. wc. 0.2k!

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 ◞♡   ⃗. @deoboyznet @slytherinshua

AUTHORS NOTE ♡⃕. i wrote this while taking a break from cleaning after i found a letter from my ex. this could be read as a preview for supercut a sunwoo in paris full-length wip i have in my drafts. if you enjoyed please like and reblog!

© 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱.

While packing up the remaining things in your apartment, you come across the birthday card he gave you on your first birthday together. As you read his heartfelt message, a bittersweet wave of memories of your deep connection with Sunwoo washes over you. 

Finishing his handwritten note, you look around the room and realise that every reminder of him is gone. This card, the last physical memento, now that everything else related to him has been removed. You had already donated Sunwoo's clothes, thrown out the handprint canvases you made together, burned the constellation of polaroids, and gifted the stuffed bunny he gave you to a little girl at a rest stop.

Even the first and only bouquet he gave you is gone. You remember how you had carefully pressed the flowers between the pages of your favourite book as they wilted to preserve them. They have now been scattered away in a ceremony you held for yourself to move on from him. 

Like the flowers, your friendship had blossomed beautifully before wilting away. You realise now that the day he asked you out was the beginning of the end; much like freshly cut flowers destined to wither, so was your relationship with Sunwoo.

A fate written in the petals,  Despite its beauty, you were doomed from the start.

Holding onto the last reminder of him, you reread the card slowly, trying to etch each word into your memory. After finishing, you held onto each word for a moment and then let them go. You took the card, tore it in half, and then did it again. Firmly holding the halves, you went to the shredder you hadn't yet packed away.