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[sunniewr]

𝗆᪾𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗄ׄ𝗂𝗋𝗍⠀🪆⠀𝗊𝄅𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇⠀ ֵ: ⠀ ֵ ⠀дпh⠀𝗌𝖾x⠀𓂃ᬾ

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[nicholasluvbot]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMY LIPS DON'T LIE,ㅤ보이넥스트도어

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ― my pretty lips are only for you.

𝑓emale 𝑟eader ⟡ TWOTHOUSAND&FOURHUNDRED / fluff , down bad bnd ᵔᵕᵔ suggestive , kissing ⸝⸝ ❪ CLiCKFORMORE ❫

ALTERNATIVELY ──── first kiss with them.

myung jaehyun.

jaehyun keeps psyching himself out. he wants to kiss you—god, he wants to—but every time he even thinks about it, his heart starts racing, his hands get clammy, and he ends up chickening out. he tells himself he’ll do it next time. next time. always next time.

but then one day, you're sitting next to him, completely unaware of the internal chaos he's going through. he's absentmindedly playing with your hair, running his fingers through it as you flip through a book, your focus entirely on the pages. and jaehyun—jaehyun is completely focused on you.

he doesn’t even register the question you just asked him until you turn to him with the softest expression, waiting for his response. and that’s it. his brain just goes static.

"can i kiss you?"

he blurts it out before he can stop himself, and before you can even process the words—before he can process them—he panics and kisses your cheek instead.

you blink at him, confused. it’s not that it’s unusual—jaehyun is an affectionate person, always has been. but something about the way he’s suddenly avoiding eye contact, ears turning red, tells you that wasn’t what he meant to do.

he groans, hiding his face in his hands. "wait, that’s not—ugh, never mind."

you can’t help but giggle, reaching over to tug his hands away from his face. "it's fine," you say, amused, and your smile is so warm, so sweet, that it completely undoes him.

before he can second-guess himself, he kisses you.

this time, he doesn’t hesitate. one arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against him, while the other stays tangled in your hair, holding you close. he kisses you like he’s been waiting forever, like he’s making up for all the times he wanted to but didn’t. and it’s soft, but sure—like a weight lifting off his chest, like everything has finally clicked into place.

when he pulls back, he’s grinning—completely, utterly lovesick. his face is warm, just like yours, and he feels so, so giddy at the sight of your wide, surprised eyes.

"cute," he murmurs, and before you can even think of responding, he starts pressing kisses all over your face. your cheek, your forehead, your nose, your temple—everywhere.

"jaehyun—" you try to protest, laughing as you push at his shoulders.

"nope." he kisses the corner of your lips next, grinning against your skin. "this is your life now."

park sungho.

sungho has been holding back for so long. he’s been waiting for the right moment, for the perfect excuse, but you’re just… effortlessly cute all the time, and he’s running out of patience. every laugh, every glance, every small touch has been chipping away at his resolve, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he gives in.

then one day, while walking together, you playfully bump into him with a little smirk, teasing, “oops, my bad.”

and something in him just snaps.

"okay, that’s it."

before you can react, his fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you closer in one swift motion. his lips crash against yours—quick, firm, like he’s been dying to do this for ages. there’s no hesitation, no second-guessing, just pure instinct. his free hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb grazing your skin as he tilts his head, pressing deeper, more insistent.

it’s all so sudden that your breath catches in your throat. but then the shock melts away, replaced by warmth, by the way he’s holding you like you’re something precious, by the way his lips move against yours like he never wants to stop.

when he finally pulls back, it’s just enough to look at you, to take in your dazed expression, the slight part of your lips like you’re still processing what just happened. he smirks—smug, triumphant, like he already knows exactly what you’re thinking.

“yeah,” he murmurs, voice laced with amusement. his thumb traces slow circles against your skin. “should’ve done that sooner.”

and just when you think it’s over, he dips back in—slower this time, softer, like he’s savoring it. like he’s making up for lost time.

lee riwoo.

you and riwoo had been lying side by side, scrolling through tiktoks on your phone, the soft glow of the screen casting shadows over his face. every now and then, one of you would break into quiet laughter, making playful comments about whatever ridiculous video popped up next. it was comfortable, easy—just like always.

but then, in the middle of laughing at some cat video, you turned to say something to riwoo, only to realize how close the two of you were. his face was just inches away, his dark eyes meeting yours. you noticed it. he noticed it. but neither of you said a thing.

riwoo’s lips curled into a soft, knowing smile. he didn’t hesitate—just leaned in, soft and slow, like he’d been waiting for this moment without even realizing it. his lips brushed against yours, barely there at first, testing, before he pressed in just a little deeper. his hand found your jaw, thumb ghosting over your cheek as he kissed you, warm and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world.

when he pulled away, he didn’t move far. his gaze flickered over your face, taking in the warmth blooming on your cheeks, your slightly parted lips, the way your breath hitched like you were still processing what had just happened. something about the sight made his heart squeeze.

so he leaned in again.

this time, his hands settled on either side of you, caging you in as his lips met yours again—firmer, more certain. the kiss was still gentle, but there was something else there now, something deeper, like he was savoring the way you felt against him. when he finally pulled back, his breathing was slightly uneven, and so was yours. 

riwoo, still hovering over you, took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and brushing a featherlight kiss against your palm. his lips curved against your skin, a little shy, a little giddy. neither of you spoke, but when he settled back beside you, he draped an arm around your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

the two of you went back to watching tiktoks, but there was no ignoring the way your lips tingled, the way riwoo’s fingers traced soft patterns against your arm.

and when the next video made you both laugh, you caught him biting back a smile—not because of the video, but because of you.

han taesan.

taesan was so obvious—from the way he kept sneaking glances at your lips to the way he pretended to stretch just to drape his arm around your shoulder. you’d asked him more than once if he was okay, but he just waved it off with a shrug, refusing to meet your eyes for too long.

he wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt so shy. he’d spent countless nights thinking about this, imagining how it would go—how he'd pull you close, how effortlessly smooth it would be—but now, sitting this close to you, all that confidence had disappeared.

meanwhile, you were completely unaware—just chatting away about your favorite artist’s new album, your childhood dog, anything that crossed your mind. and taesan, instead of listening, was too busy staring at your lips, heart racing at the thought of finally closing the distance.

his fingers tapped anxiously against his thigh. he swallowed. and then, before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned in—just close enough for you to catch your breath, for your words to falter.

his lips brushed against yours—soft, fleeting. barely there, but enough to send a shiver down your spine. you froze mid-sentence, your eyes widening slightly as he pulled back just enough to look at you, searching for any doubt, any hesitation.

when he found none, he moved in again. this time, he lingered. slow, deliberate. his lips pressed against yours more firmly, warm and sure, savoring the way you melted into him.

and then he did it again.

and again.

each time he pulled away, his grin grew wider, more playful, his breath mixing with yours in the small space between you. he was teasing now—pressing a quick peck to the corner of your lips, then another, barely holding back a chuckle when you huffed in frustration.

finally, he tilted his head in mock consideration before swooping in once more, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss—one that left no room for doubt. his hands found your waist, fingers pressing into your sides as he pulled you flush against him, stealing the breath right from your lungs.

when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his chest rising and falling with quiet laughter. he let out a small hum, voice laced with amusement.

“just making sure,” he teased, eyes twinkling, “that first one wasn’t a fluke.”

kim leehan.

leehan had been staring at you with a dazed expression for far too long. you noticed it, and judging by the way his ears were turning pink, he knew you noticed it too.

you poked his cheek, amused. “what’s up?”

he blinked, startled. “n-nothing.”

liar.

you tilted your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “you sure?”

leehan swallowed—visibly. his gaze darted away, his fingers twitching at his sides like he wanted to do something but was too nervous to act on it. and then, before he could talk himself out of it, he finally moved.

he leaned in—eyes fluttering shut, lips barely brushing against yours, soft and hesitant. his hands trembled slightly as they rested on your arms. the kiss was fleeting, nothing more than a whisper of contact before he pulled away too quickly.

but when he saw your expression—eyes wide, lips parted in surprise—something inside him melted.

the rush of warmth, of relief, pushed him forward before he could think twice. his hands cupped your face with gentle urgency, pulling you back in as he kissed you again. this time, it wasn’t so fleeting. it was still soft—leehan had never been anything but gentle with you—but there was something new in the way his lips lingered against yours, like he wanted to hold onto the feeling for just a little longer.

his thumbs traced over your skin, slow and reverent, like he was memorizing the shape of you. and when you responded—when you kissed him back just as softly, just as sure—he sighed against your lips, something tender uncoiling in his chest.

he pulled back only slightly, enough to search your face, his own breath uneven. his lips were curled into a small, bashful smile he couldn’t quite hide. his fingers brushed over your cheek, his gaze warm, a little dazed.

then, in a moment of unguarded fondness, he ducked his head and kissed the tip of your nose, a soft laugh escaping him when he felt you stiffen in surprise.

his own cheeks burned, but his voice was barely above a whisper. “i like that. a lot,” he murmured.

and then he was kissing you again, his hands slipping down to rest at your waist as he pulled you closer, his lips slotting against yours with a newfound confidence. he kissed you like he couldn’t quite get over the sweet taste of your lips, like he didn’t want to. each brush of his lips grew a little bolder, a little more desperate, as if he was trying to make up for lost time.

when he finally pulled back, his breath was shaky, his heart pounding against his ribs. and yet, even as he tried to catch his breath, his arms stayed locked around you, his forehead resting against yours.

he laughed, breathless, eyes shining. “i really, really like that.”

kim woonhak.

the day was just like any other, as normal as ever. you were hanging out with woonhak, having planned to do your homework together—though that plan had been abandoned a while ago. he had a ball in hand, lazily throwing it against the wall and catching it on the rebound for the past fifteen minutes, while you were lost in your own world, doodling absentmindedly in the back of your notebook.

but woonhak got bored quickly. you noticed the shift when he set the ball aside, his fingers drumming against his thigh, his lips pressed together like he was debating something in his head. his gaze flickered to you every few seconds, thoughtful, unreadable.

and then,just as you were about to ask what was on his mind, he just did it.

no hesitation, no warning—his hands found your face, warm and gentle, as he leaned in and kissed you.

it was soft but certain, like he'd made up his mind in an instant and didn’t want to give himself the chance to second-guess it. his lips molded against yours, slow and warm, lingering for just a beat longer than expected before he pulled away. his large hands cradled your jaw, thumbs tracing over your skin as his eyes flickered over your face, taking in your wide-eyed, dazed expression.

but instead of teasing you for it, he just smiled—small at first, then wider, his arms slipping around your waist, pulling you closer.

there was no shyness, no uncertainty—just quiet comfort, the kind that made it so easy for him to touch you, to want you. like he had never even considered being nervous around you in the first place.

and then—just when you thought it was over—he dipped back in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. then another on your temple. soft, affectionate, each one lingering a little longer than the last. you barely had time to recover before he tilted your chin up and stole another kiss from your lips, quick and playful, like he was testing the waters.

but when you didn’t pull away—when you leaned in just the slightest—he kissed you again. slower this time. deeper. his hands smoothed down your back, drawing you in until there was no space left between you, his lips moving against yours,like he wanted to memorize the way your lips felt against his. 

when he finally pulled back, his breathing was a little uneven, but the grin he wore was lazy, pleased.

his voice was impossibly fond as he murmured, “yeah,” pulling you in until you were against his chest, his chin resting atop your head. “definitely gonna need more of those.”

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[lxnarphase]

reader sucking the milk from tojis pretty nips while his dick is just jumping in his too tight sweats oh em fucking gee

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can you just imagine how embarrassed he would be too ?? imagine he's been frustated all day, tugging at his shirt that is fitting tighter than. usually. each time you see him, his eyebrows are furrowed and his hands are massaging his chest not-so-subtly as he mutters under his breath...AAA !!

the poor thing, literally cursing under his breath, calling you all kinds of mean names when you slip under his black t-shirt that has two matching stains around the chest area. but they don't phase you one bit because you aren't listening, too busy cooing at toji when you see the thick, creamy substance beading on his nipples.

"aww, tojibaby, you poor thing, you need some help, don't you, big guy," he hears you hum under his shirt. why do you have to be so sweet, so cute, but so fucking annoying? and why does it make his cock throb in his pants?

he opens his mouth to curse you out again, but the most pitiful, debauched moan is choked out of him when he feels your soft lips wrap around one of his nipples and suck, softly moaning when milk hit your tongue.

this was weird, it was so fucking weird, toji keeps repeating in his head, trying to will away his erection, but it just isn't working, it feels so fucking good having your tongue running over his chest, licking up whatever leaked out of him.

"s'okay, tojibaby," you coo at him when you bunch up his shirt so you could see his face—he's so red right now, it's adorable—and press a kiss on his pec. "i won't tell anyone, promise. just lemme help you not feel so full."

[14yves]

you're so delicate !!

거품 속에 숨었네

✿ ��̩̩ ��⨾⍤⃝ you're my ��avorite ��lavor ��ubblegum ��

[i6corais]

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[is2mnji]

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[mydarlingdahlia]

Just Oleysa and her monster bf hangin out

I want them to get married and have babies GRAHHHHHH

[planete777]

i forgot to specify i am in fact the same anon from cait’s blog 🤦🏾‍♀️ making the rounds today ig

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[bbina]

DO NAWT ANON REVEAL !!!!!!!!!

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duh what u think of me 😩🙄 why do yall blame sungchan for every minor inconvenience 😭😭😭😭😭😭 WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE THIS SHIT 😭 anywayz…… i think its official… wave won?

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᭢ຶ⵿ू✿ ࿔ ⠀ིιྀ ྀᖭ༏ᖫི ! ๎𑜓 ؄ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿ ྒྒ ຶ𒂭⬮ °ཐི♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ° ཐི☆̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ ꣓ི༏ྀ𑇒͙ ᭰͒̑͡✿ ུ⃨ ❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡. =͟͟͞ 𖧷⛾⡷⃨ ‌‌‎̶̲̌͜ ͟͞͞, ༺ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ♰१˚̣̣̣͙𖦹︎ ᭩ ྀ#⃞͏ᅟ✧ ✱✱✱ ▬ 🐰ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི🌷*ೃ ̸⃨ ‘🌀⃜⃞ ⓘཊ 𓈒ིུ ᭒᭄ ✴︎ 🐲 ͟͟❘❙❚Ꮺ 𝆬⃞ ͙᭰͒̑͡✿ ུ⃨ (˃̣̣̥ヘ˂̣̣̥) 𖥨᩠ׄ݁🀄️ 𝜗℘ 🗒️ ᝰ.ᐟ ⃟͚̊▞ ❙❘❙❘.. ꯳⃘꤫ .ᐟ”🫥 ྀ᭩ ♬ 💮𓈒ིུ𓈒ིུ▞♬◌ ✱ ཻུ۪۪͎ 🥃ཐི ೫ ✱ 𒂭ུ۪۪۪۪᳝۟⓵⃜🎸❙❘♫ུ ⌗ ♬◌🥨#⃞ ❤︎ ུ۪۪۪۪᳝۟ 𝄞 ♪ ♭♫ ✸🥨ཐིཋྀ𑄾ㅤ۫ㅤㅤིྀㅤ▞ 𓈒ིུ▞♬◌ #♪ྀ#⃞͏ 👙🆙 ♪ᅟ✧ °°｡ ♪𓈒ིུ❀📬 ☎️ #L֍✹ ཆིཆྀ ⃟͚̊✿ ━╋ *️⃣ ཻུ۪۪͎ ཐི ೫ ͒ౢ ⇨ ꩇׁׅ݊⭔ 𖡄̽ᭂ🦈⑱ ᯤ̸ཻུ۪۪۪۫🍣୭ৎ ཻུ۪۪͎ ཐི ೫🥮͡꒱ 𓈈 ♬◌ㅋㅋ ﹫⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ↲ ▞♬ ꯳⃘꤫✿⃘໋ׅ 🏈🦷 ᯤ̸ཻུ۪۪۪۫ 🏯 ⃜꯳⃘꤫⃛͡🫙+📲⇧!! 𓊆ྀི ൃུㅤ♫ ❝ ❞ 𝒾t-B☆Y ๋۟ ݃♱ཐི♡⃟͚̊ཋྀ ུ᳝᳜᳝ ✿🆒ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི ░⃕⃝𒌩🎐ᚙ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ #𝟶6 🎋 ⟡˙˖ ıl 🧉🝳 ৯▒ ���⃨݃ 🥟🍀░⃜ ͠𝒷𝓁oss❀m ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)ᵎᵎᵎᵎ ᅠ✦ ⛩️🚞𓈈🗯️𓊍ㅤׂㅤ͡𖩩̈ ﹠̲ ④everྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི ၇͜ᩘ𑁍 ⓲ ♪ #️⃣ 👙▩ུ⃨ ❤︎. ▞▞ 🥬 ⃛ 🥐𖦞’#⃞20͟0͟5.. ❚❘❘❙ ͟ ₊˚⊹ ⒙ ൄ ⃪꫶͜ᩘ◍ [MONTH]월 [DAY]일❤︎ ▭▬★ 형. ✱🥘ཐི̲̲ཋྀ̲̲🍈 𝒹oꪶꪶ 𝄡ㅤ ☘︎ ̼ ⑰ 𓊍ㅤׂㅤ͡⊹ ✱ ✸ ✿ ꩜ ♡⃝ ᰔ ⏎*️⃣ 🎌❘❘❙ ͒⬚🎏 ❞❙❘❙𒀭 ⬤⬮⬤ ⬮ ..݁▓۪۪۫۫ 𒁍 ໂ‧‧᪲ ໃ 𑜞᭠ *˚⁺‧͙˚◌ ̵̵ུ ░𖣠͢🍎 ᬽ 🌐♰ ▒᳜᳝᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝⃛ ❥. ᭄ ꩜ ͏᪖.᪲.ᩤ᭔ㅤㅤ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ྀི｡ โ··᪲ใ ⬚✿ ໑ৎ ׁ  ׅ♡ 𓏵 𝜗℘ ⃛͡ †⏝ིི᭨ ྀ ♥︎̼̻♥︎̼̻♥︎̼̻ ̩̩͙༑𓈒̩̩͙༑𓈒̩̩͙ ㅤ༩ᭊㅤ♡⃟❜୧ 𑜞᭄ೃㅤㅤ ⃬۫🍜̸᩠໋࣪꣹۫ ͏⏝ི ✿ㅤㅤ ͏𓍯 ྀི𝆬․ ᱹ̫ ․ ꛒ ꣓ི༏ྀ𑇒🌺 ꒰͡ ͜ू  𓋜 ꒷⊹˚Ꮺ ㅤ ೃ❀𓈒𓏶ྀིㅤㅤ ﹒✷﹒◉ ･ᴗ･ ࣪ 🥥ֶָ֢﹆ ❥ ҉ ༄ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✺ ༚༅༚˳✿˳༚༅༚ ͡˚̣̣̣𓎟𓎟 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ ıllı 𐚁๋࣭⭑ ໒·͜:)𑇓 🪷"♪ ♥︎⁎̯͡ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿" ໒᪲᪲᭢᜴꤬⬚͒❀ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ♥︎̼ ᨶᯃྀི✿ ༩ ♪⃝ 𒑟 ✱ ♫ིྀ ❶❺ ?👔꯳⃘꤫✿⃘໋ׅ🍎 ✹ ᮫͙ ⒅ བྷ།ᬼ ̳͟͞͞🌍 𝓲t-𝓫oy ™🌐˖ ◌◍ᬊཻུ۪۪ 🎻 ꦽ⬮ ᬼ˖͢ ‧͡‧̫ໃ🥭𝓞6𝄢۫🌐᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏◗ ᬊཻུ۪۪𖣠͢✿𑜞 ꦽ ⬮ ꠹ ۭۭۭ۫ࣳ۫֗❘ ꯭﹖ ᥀࣪ ★ ▓⃞⃯♫🌺ြ◗ ⿴ㅤ𓄼░ 🌼⃝˚ ♱ ✮ 𖦹 ⌁ ꉂ 𖡎 ∿ 𖥊 ҂ ꏍ 🜸𖣦 Ꮺ ๛ 𖠗 𖧧 𖤠 𖦆 𖧡 ⟆ ꒺ ∿ ∞ ޱ🛵🧠👔💋ヽִֶָ 𒄬 ⍝⍝ ꐑꐑ ฅฅ ༨ ༢ ༣ ྅   ̑̑៹ ❁ ꌨ❀✿ ☆⃞★⃞ ༀ 𖥟 ✱✱✱ ㅤ͡ ⊹ ✱ ✸ ✿ ꩜ ♡⃝ ᰔ ⏎ ⬤⬮⬤ ⬮ (˃̣̣̥ヘ˂̣̣̥) ᭢ຶ⵿ू✿ ࿔ ⠀ིιྀ ྀᖭ༏ᖫི ! ๎𑜓 ؄ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿ ྒྒ ຶ𒂭⬮ °ཐི♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ° ཐི☆̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ ꣓ི༏ྀ𑇒͙ ᭰͒̑͡✿ ུ⃨ ❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡. =🔮🌃͟͟͞ 𖧷⛾⡷⃨ ‌‌‎̶̲̌͜ ͟͞͞, ༺ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ♰१˚̣̣̣͙𖦹︎ ᭩ ྀ#⛩️🚞 ໋ࣧ𓍼⃘꯭໋۟ 🫙🍃 ⃞͏ᅟ✧ ⇧!!🩸��️🪱 ཻུ۪۪͎ ཐི ೫ ͒ౢ ⇨ ꩇׁׅ݊⭔ ⓘཊ 𓈒ིུ ᭒᭄ ✴︎ ❝ ❞ ﹫⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ↲ ▞♬ ꯳⃘꤫✿⃘໋ׅ (°¯᷄◠¯᷅°) 𝜗℘ ━╋ ⊱｡❀̩͙̾͒༺★༻❀꫶̩͙ࣺ̾͒᭮᭰ ⋆｡‧₊♱༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻♱༉‧₊˚. — ㅅ — ´ ω` ᴗ . ᴗ ꒡⌓꒡ ⇀‸↼ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ˘ ､ ˘ ᴖᗜᴖ ๑'ꇴ'๑ ˆ⌣ˆ 🏮ᵔ⤙ᵔ -﹏- ㅠㅠ ᴥ︎ > . ✩ ◞‸◟ ♪؞ؖ ̳̳̳̳̳̳̳̳̳ᩘᨯ𓂂𓏸 ཐི̲̲ཋྀ̲̲ 𓊍ㅤׂㅤ͡⊹▩ᬉ ̣̣̣͙͏❘❙⢀⣀ ̎̿͞͞͞͞͞͞͞͞ ིུ͠*: ཐི܂.᭨ᩧ⣷ ᭅᬻ ݴ᭄ ❚❘❙❘⎯⎯╾⃰◌̺̺͙ ⬤ 𖢅𝅮໒꒰ྀི ˊ͈ 𐦫 ˋ͈ ꒱ྀིა 𖥟𓈃❰❰ (★ 。✯  ⁄⁄͈꒱ა₊̣̇.🌺🌕🎯 ໒ ྀ ♰१  ᭢ຶ⵿⁕— ͟͞͞  ᭩͡ᰯ ⏁ ཆི♡̼͓ཆྀ ⍝⍝ ꐑꐑ ฅฅ ᡴꪫ ꯳⃘꤫ ͡ ︶ ִ ✧ ❀ ۪۪۫۫ᤢ ⣬ ཆི♡ཆྀ ਉl̈́ਉ ཊ♡⃛ཉ 𐚁 𓉳 𖤓 𖢖ུ⃨ ໂ᳜᳝‧͡‧̫ໃ᳜᳝ ̑ 𓊈❀𓊉 𓊆𔘓𓊇 ༒ ᬊ᭄ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ (>ཀ< ∠) 𑇍ׂ𓂂 ▒⃝ ⚝ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ †ᭃ ༄༽❜ 𖤛 ♡̶ ༒ ◌✦ ｡* 味ㅤ✧✦ㅤㅤꨴ ໂ᳜᳝‧͡‧̫ໃ᳜᳝ ㅤ ೄ ㅤ ✿ᩨ ㅤ ⬚͒꣓ ㅤ ❀ᮬᦾ ㅤ 花 ㅤ ী ㅤ ♬ ᪇ꫭ 𖧧˚̣̣̣͙ 🆙 ୧ 🚟 𓍊𓋼✴︎ 💋 ⁺˳𖦹︎‧₊˚✩ 🍱 4 o’clock ^_< 𓇼 ‘ 𓆠 🀢͟ ͟ ͟ ⏎⓵⃜🎏 !𒀀 ⛩️ ۪ܺׄ ̸ཻུ۪۪۪۫ ۪ܺ 🎇🥬 {+81 - *** - ****} 𝄡𓍼⃘꯭໋۟. 𖡄̽ ཽ🈖⃨ 🔎 i COULD EAT THAT GiRL FOR LUNCH 𓉯 ྀ ूੂ 🫁 ✿﮾᳜⡴ ✟ ❤︎ ?? ̼ 🗯️𓊍ㅤׂㅤ͡⊹ 𝒾t-G☆rl ूੂꐑꐑ 𝒾T~BⓄY 🍢 ཻུ۪۪͎ 𖣠👔͢ ⛩️ ᜴꤬🌺 ❤︎𝄢۫.ࣨ. ݁🥍 ㉇ི⃨ࣺ᭮ᬊ ᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ (⁠ʘ⁠言⁠ʘ⁠╬⁠)

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ㅤ୨ৎ ｡｡ CASUAL INTIMACY ────── 보이넥스트도어

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alternatively ───── cherished moments with them that make your heart flutter.

myung jaehyun.

01. You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, completely unaware of the mischievous grin spreading across Jaehyun’s face as he inches closer to you. “Hey,” he calls out softly, pulling your attention away from the screen. When you look up, he’s leaning in, his face mere inches from yours, as if he’s about to kiss you. Your heart skips a beat at the sudden proximity, and you tilt your head slightly in anticipation, only for him to gently tap the tip of your nose with his finger. “Boop,” he says with a wide grin, his dimples deepening as he pulls back just enough to catch your surprised expression. You blink, momentarily caught off guard, before bursting into laughter. “You’re such a dork,” you say fondly, with a faux roll of your eyes. Jaehyun chuckles, pinching your cheek adoringly before cupping your face in both hands. His thumbs brush lightly against your skin as he tilts your head closer to his, his lips hovering just shy of yours. But just as one hand sneaks back toward your nose for another playful tap, you grab a fistful of his shirt and tug him forward, crashing his lips into yours.

02. You’re getting ready for a friend’s birthday, standing in front of the mirror as you rant about your day to Jaehyun. He’s sprawled out on your bed, lazily watching you doll up for the event with an amused smile. Just as you finish with your makeup, you step back from the mirror to check your outfit, still talking about the minor frustrations of your day. Before you can take another step, Jaehyun gets up and gently pulls you back against him, his arms sliding around your waist. You let out a surprised yelp as his fingers brush against your collarbones, adjusting the clasp of your necklace and twisting it so it sits properly at the back. His touch lingers for a moment, feather-light against your skin. “There you go,” he says with a small smile, his dimples making another devastatingly cute appearance. You don’t realize you’re blushing until he tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, bringing a finger up to gently poke your cheek. “Who’s the blush for, pretty?” he teases, his voice light and playful. Quickly shaking your head in denial, you mumble something incoherent, but Jaehyun just chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. He cups your jaw, leaning in to press a feather-light kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Let’s go,” he murmurs, taking your hand in his as he leads you out of the house.

03. The crowd around you is overwhelming—voices blending into a loud hum, bodies pressing too close for comfort. You glance over at Jaehyun, who’s walking beside you, looking just as anxious as you feel. When your eyes meet, your hands instinctively reach for each other. Jaehyun’s hand is warm, his grip firm but reassuring. “Don’t let go,” he murmurs, squeezing your hand as he guides you through the sea of people. Even after you’re in the clear, standing in the open with space to breathe, he doesn’t let go. His thumb gently brushes over the back of your hand, sending tiny sparks through your skin. It’s as if holding on to you feels more natural to him than letting go, and honestly, you’re in no rush to pull away either.

park sungho.

01. You complain about your aching feet after a long walk—or worse, a painful shoe bite—and before you can finish, Sungho crouches down in front of you, rolling his eyes dramatically. "What did I tell you about wearing the wrong shoes?" he scolds, though there’s no real bite to his words. He pats his back, glancing at you over his shoulder with a grin. "Hop on." When you hesitate, he shifts impatiently, his voice turning into a whiny plea. "Come on, don’t make me beg." Your giggles fill the air as you finally climb onto his back, his hands steady and warm as they grip your thighs to hold you in place. He adjusts his hold before giving a satisfied hum. "See? Told you I’ve got you." You rest your chin on his shoulder, your laughter softening into a content smile as he carries you the rest of the way, his steps steady and comforting, just like him.

02. After a long, exhausting day, the two of you sit together on the bus ride home. You let out a quiet sigh, and that’s all Sungho needs to notice how tired you are. Without saying a word, he gently nudges your arm and gestures to his shoulder with a soft smile. You rest your head against him, the broadness of his shoulders providing an unexpected comfort despite the firmness of his muscles. He shifts slightly, leaning his cheek against the crown of your head. Just as you’re about to drift off, you feel the soft press of his lips against your hair, his kiss lingering for a moment, warm and tender.

03. Even when you insist you’re full, Sungho always saves the last bite for you—without fail. He picks it up and holds it out in front of your mouth, grinning cheekily. "Say aah," he teases, opening his own mouth wide in demonstration. You try to suppress a laugh at your boyfriend’s antics but give in, letting him feed you. The satisfaction in his eyes as you take the bite is almost comical, and you’re just about to tease him when he leans in and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek. Your words die in your throat as heat rises to your face, leaving you flustered and Sungho grinning wider.

lee riwoo.

01. You’re both busy with your own things—he’s watching a show on TV while you’re curled up next to him with a book, your legs resting comfortably over his. Every so often, Riwoo glances at you, quietly admiring the way your brows furrow in concentration, the way you absentmindedly fidget with your lower lip. When a strand of hair falls into your face, you don’t even notice. Riwoo does, though. Gently, he tucks the strand behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your skin for the briefest moment. “There,” he murmurs softly, turning his attention back to the TV, though the shy smile creeping onto his face betrays him.

02. Riwoo isn’t the type to initiate big, dramatic displays of affection, but sometimes, when the moment feels just right, he can’t help himself. Like now, as you stand in the kitchen, focused on something entirely mundane—washing dishes, chopping vegetables, or scrolling through a recipe on your phone. Quietly, he walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, moving your hair aside to rest his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You flinch slightly at the sudden contact, letting out a small gasp. “You startled me,” you murmur, though your voice softens as you relax in his hold. “’M sorry,” he whispers, his voice muffled against your skin, his arms tightening just a bit more as his hands come together, anchoring you in place.

03. You’re running late, practically hopping around as you slip your shoes on, fingers raking through your hair in a futile attempt to tame it. Riwoo watches from the doorway, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as you huff in frustration. He steps forward, gently tugging your arm to stop you. “Here, let me fix it,” he says softly, his voice low and soothing. Before you can protest, his hands are in your hair, his fingers working delicately through the tangles. He smooths down the flyaways, combing through the strands with practiced ease, his touch gentle but sure. When he’s done, he steps back, tilting his head slightly as he admires his work—and you. “What?” you ask, catching the faint smile tugging at his lips. “So pretty,” he says simply. Before you can recover, he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Bye, love,” he whispers, stepping back as you leave the house. Your knees feel wobbly, your heart racing as you glance back at him one last time before heading out, a giddy smile tugging at your own lips.

han taesan.

01. It’s late, and you’re both supposed to be asleep unless you want to risk being late for work the next morning. But none of that seems to matter. You stand on your tiptoes to pull the ice cream from the freezer, feeling Taesan’s presence lingering behind you. You place the tub on the counter when you feel him tug at the sleeve of your hoodie. Turning around, you’re met with the sight of Taesan’s face bathed in the soft glow of the refrigerator light, his eyes holding a tenderness that makes your heart ache in the best way. He steps closer, his hands finding your waist as he pulls you toward him. His forehead rests gently against yours, and the quiet intimacy of the moment steals your breath. Instinctively, your hand lifts to brush against his cheek, but he winces at the chill of your fingers against his warm skin. “Sorry,” you giggle softly, pulling your hand back quickly. Taesan’s lips twitch into a small, lopsided smile as he takes your hands in his, enveloping them in his warmth. He rubs them gently, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles until the coldness fades. But even when your hands are warm, he doesn’t let go. Instead, he lifts one of your hands to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles before leaning forward to place another on your forehead. He rests his cheek against your temple, his arms wrapping around you fully now as he sways the two of you back and forth in the quiet stillness of 3 a.m. The faint hum of the fridge fills the silence, but all you can focus on is the sound of his steady breathing and the feel of his heartbeat against yours.

02. You’re scrolling through your phone, sitting comfortably on the couch with your legs tucked under you, when Taesan plops down beside you. He sits in silence for a while, fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweater as he debates whether or not to get your attention. Eventually, he scoots closer, gently unfolding your legs, and rests his head in your lap, instantly relaxing as the exhaustion of the day melts away. You glance down at him, confusion crossing your face, but Taesan simply grins up at you with half-lidded eyes. Without saying a word, he reaches for your hand, guiding it to his hair. A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you bite back a smile, amused by his clingy behavior. Slowly, you start to run your fingers through his hair, the rhythm soothing both him and you. Taesan hums contentedly, his body shifting as he gets more comfortable on your thighs. You look back at your phone, but your fingers never stop moving through his hair. Your attention is fully on the pretty boy with his head resting on your lap, and for a moment, everything else fades away.

03.

You’re out shopping with Taesan, almost ready to leave after grabbing everything that caught your eye, but you’re too tired to shop any longer. Taesan is holding all your shopping bags, despite your insistence on carrying at least one. He refused to let you. You’re standing in front of the elevator, waiting for it to reach your floor. The strap of your purse keeps slipping off your shoulder, and you unknowingly let out an irritated huff as you pull it up for the fourth time in the past two minutes.

“Give it to me,” Taesan says, taking the little bag from you before you can protest. You don’t even know how he’s managed to hold all these bags.

“Taesan, I can hold my purse myself,” you say firmly, but he just clicks his tongue.

“Well, you clearly can’t if you keep dropping it.”

You frown. “I didn’t drop it—”

Before you can finish, his lips press against yours—firm but soft—before pulling away almost immediately.

“Hush, I’m fine with holding your bags, baby.”

You can’t say anything to that, too flustered to even look at him. Your eyes fall on a little girl standing behind you, who bursts into a fit of giggles at the sight of the kiss your boyfriend just gave you. You scrunch your nose at her before resting your cheek against Taesan’s shoulder, biting your lip to stop yourself from giggling like the girl behind you.

kim leehan.

01.

You’re sitting in the corner of a quiet cafe, focused on an assignment that’s due in a few days. Leehan, however, is not as focused. He had plenty of work to do, but after ten minutes, his attention was already drifting. He kept turning his phone on and off, scanning the cafe, and gossiping in your ear whenever someone did something questionable. He fidgeted with your pens, did everything but study.

Finally, he grabbed a pen and gently took your hand, guiding it toward him. You didn’t resist; anything to let this boy distract himself so you could focus. The cool pen glided over the back of your hand as he started doodling.

A few minutes later, you felt him looking up at you with a gleam in his eyes. You glanced down at the back of your hand and saw two fish drawn with a green pen, sloppily yet endearingly, with a heart between them. One fish had wide eyes and a ridiculously joyful expression, while the other had smaller eyes and furrowed eyebrows. A fish with eyebrows? But you didn’t question it.

"Let me guess," you said, your lips curling into a smile, "I’m the grumpy one?"

Leehan nodded enthusiastically. "Cute, right?" he beamed. "They’re in love," he added dreamily.

You smiled at the doodle, finding it impossibly cute. You’d never wash it off if you could.

"Hold on," he said. "I’ll draw our kids too."

"Leehan!"

02. You groan softly as sunlight pours through the window, squinting and turning to face the other way. Leehan is already awake, watching you with a sleepy, gentle smile. "Morning," he says, his voice still thick with sleep. It never fails to surprise you how cheerful he can be, even when sunlight is harshly poking at your eyes on a Sunday morning at 8 a.m.

You grumble in response, your words unintelligible as you move closer to Leehan, nuzzling against his side and pulling the blankets tighter around you. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap you in his warm embrace, his hand gently running through your hair, massaging your scalp with his fingers. You grab a fistful of his shirt, holding him even tighter as you snuggle into his chest.

"Wake up, baby," you hear him murmur, his voice soft and full of affection. You mumble, "Five more minutes, please," and feel Leehan nod in understanding. Five minutes pass, and he still holds you close, continuing to run his fingers through your hair, allowing you to cling to him for as long as you need, because he enjoys it just as much as you do.

His gentle touch and soothing presence make it so easy to forget about the world outside, leaving you feeling safe and content in his arms. You can’t imagine a better way to start your day.

03. You were talking a mile a minute, hands gesturing wildly as you went on and on about some random thing that had happened during the day. Leehan, on the other hand, was quietly listening, his eyes soft and amused as they watched you talk.

“You know,” you continued, oblivious to the way his lips curled into a smile, “I think it’s just—” Before you could go on any longer, Leehan suddenly leaned forward, cutting you off mid-sentence. His hand found its way to the back of your neck, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. And before you could even react, his lips pressed against yours, silencing your rambling in the sweetest way possible. The kiss was soft, a little teasing, and it made your heart race all at once.

When he pulled away just enough to look at you, his face was flushed, but there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “You were talking a lot,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

You blinked at him, cheeks turning a soft pink. “Leehan...” you whispered, still a little breathless. He gave you a playful grin and pecked your lips again, this time lingering just a bit longer, his hand softly cupping your cheek.

“Couldn’t resist,” he murmured, his voice warm and fond. “Every time you talk, I just wanna kiss you.”

Your smile widened, and you leaned into him, feeling his arms wrap around you as he pulled you closer. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to keep talking, then.”

kim woonhak.

01. It wasn’t unusual for Woonhak to absentmindedly play with your hair. Sometimes it started with a little twirl or a soft tug to smooth a flyaway, but soon his fingers would weave through your hair in the gentlest way, like he couldn’t help himself.

One afternoon, as you sat on the floor reading, your head resting against his knee as he lounged behind you on the couch, his hand found your hair again. He started with soft motions—tucking strands behind your ear, brushing his fingers through lightly. The repetitive movement was so soothing you closed your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips.

After a while, his movements changed. You felt him section off a small part of your hair and begin braiding it, the motions careful and deliberate. He worked with so much focus, as though he didn’t want to accidentally tug too hard or mess up your peaceful moment. A small smile played on your lips as you let him continue, enjoying the way he was putting so much care into something as simple as your hair.

“Umm, YN… I think I messed up.”

Curious, you touched the braid—and gasped. It wasn’t a braid; it was a bird’s nest more than anything. “Woonhak!”

His eyes widened, and he clasped his hands together, leaning in dramatically. “I’m so sorry, baby! I swear I didn’t mean to destroy your hair.” Then, without giving you a chance to respond, he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. “Forgive me?” he asked softly, his lips brushing your temple before planting another kiss just above your ear.

You sighed, trying to stay annoyed, but he made it impossible. “Not fair,” you muttered, tilting your head toward him as his lips trailed to your cheek.

“Is that a yes?” he murmured, grinning against your skin.

“Only if you help me fix this mess.”

You laughed as he gently guided you to sit between his knees, his hands carefully working through the tangle of knots. His fingers, though slightly clumsy, moved delicately as he untangled strand by strand. Occasionally, he’d pause to place a soft kiss on the top of your head or your shoulder, murmuring little apologies that made your heart flutter.

“You’re lucky I like you so much,” you mumbled, leaning back slightly against him.

02. Woonhak had an adorable habit of always saving you a seat, no matter where you went. It was second nature to him—at the library, the cafeteria, or even during group hangouts. He’d drape his jacket over a chair or place his bag on it, giving you a small grin when you arrived, as if to say, This is for you. He never made a big deal out of it, either. It was just something he did, quietly and without fuss, as natural as breathing.

Today, your friends had decided on a casual lunch after school. The restaurant was buzzing with chatter, and by the time you arrived, it seemed every seat at the table was already taken—except for one, right next to Woonhak. He looked up as you walked in, his face lighting up instantly. “Over here,” he called softly, patting the empty chair beside him. You made your way over, a little flustered by the attention but grateful nonetheless.

“Thanks,” you murmured as you slid in, your shoulder brushing his. His arm instinctively came to rest on the back of your seat, fingers lightly grazing your shoulder. The conversation flowed easily among your friends, but your little bubble with Woonhak remained. Under the table, his knee pressed gently against yours. You shifted slightly, and he pressed back, as if to say, Stay close.

At one point, he casually reached for your hand, his pinky hooking around yours before giving a soft squeeze. You glanced at him, catching the faintest smile tugging at his lips as he pretended to focus on his food. But the pink hue dusting his cheeks gave him away completely.

And just like that, with your knees touching and his hand brushing yours, everything else was background noise—leaving only the two of you, perfectly at ease in each other’s presence.

03. It was one of those perfect winter evenings—the air crisp, your breath puffing out in soft clouds as you walked down the street. You were a step ahead of Woonhak, chatting animatedly about something that had happened earlier in the day, your hands flying in every direction to emphasize your points. Woonhak wasn’t saying much today. He liked listening to you like this—watching the way your eyes lit up when you were excited, the way your scarf bobbed with every enthusiastic gesture. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he trailed behind, letting you lead the way.

The crosswalk came into view, and the light had just turned yellow, but you were too caught up in your story to notice. You stepped forward without thinking, and Woonhak’s hand darted out instinctively, wrapping gently around your arm. “Wait,” he said softly, pulling you back just as a car sped past. You blinked, startled, and turned to look at him. “Just… be careful,” he mumbled, trying to play it cool, but the redness creeping up his ears betrayed him.

Before you could say anything, he slid his hand down from your arm and intertwined his fingers with yours, slipping both of your hands into the pocket of his coat. The warmth of his palm against yours immediately chased away the chill in the air. You glanced down at your joined hands, a shy smile tugging at your lips at your boyfriend’s sweet gesture to make sure you were safe.

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[byullielle]

elle idk if you know cats the musical but right NYANGNYANGRACHA, who do you think are their jellicle cat counterparts? its okay if you don't answer but its just a silly question can i be 🩰?

🩰anon, you don't know the pandora's box of my childhood you opened. I was (and still am i who am i kidding) a HARDCORE theater kid before, ofc i know cats the musical. Full disclosure, I fucking HATE the movie but love the musical so much! I think Minho would be Macavity. He's a schemer, sleuthing, sly little thing. But on a technicality, Macavity isn't a Jellicle so second to that would be Bombalurina because she's confident and kind of a tease if anything. For Felix, I'm so tempted to say Victoria cause he's so pure and angelic but I'm also considering Mistoffelees because he's filled with wonder and magic which I think Felix is synonymous with.

[gojodsuckrr]

symbol pack + txt dividers

﹆⁺ 𖧧🧇໑ ₊˚𓍼 ⊂╰ ﹒ ᖗ❀🍥˖ ﹕･･₊˚ʚ・⸝⸝ᘏᘏ ✦ ꒷₊˚ ︰꒱꒱﹒𓂅 ₊˚୨୧ ★₊˚୭ ॱ˖ ┊✦．╰╮﹒✎゛𓂅⨯⁺ ︰ 𑁯 𓂅⨯⁺ⵌ・꒱✦．ᨓ❀𓂅˚ ﹒.₊˚Ꮚ✦ ❜₊✧ ୧⌒𓄹 ໒🍷꒱˃ᴗ˂ ഒ˚🍒₊꒷ᘏ 𓂅 ︶꒦꒷₊˖˚₊ ✎‧₊ᓚ୨୧︶₊˚꒷ꮺ︶꒷꒦𓌹-𓌺˳˚✦ˎˊ-🍥 ⸝⸝・꒰꒰❏₊˚・₊˚ฅˎˊ꒱꒱♡꒷˚₊੭꒰꒰✦﹝🍥﹞꒱꒱ˎˊ-꒷‧₊˚﹆✿੭︰☆꒰꒰✦・┊🍄꒱🦢๑‧˚₊꒷୭୧₊˚⊹︰₊˚Ꮚ𓂅୨⊹╰・𓂃 ꒷꒦︶₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎꒱₊˚ ↷₊˚⑅𖦆₊˚໒`୨꒷Ꮼ ᗢ𓄹 ׅ ࣪ ˖︶꒷꒦⊹˚Ꮚ₊꒷︶꒷⊹˚Ꮺ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ꒰ ᐡ ´͈ ᐜ `͈ ᐡ ꒱ ˃ᴗ˂ (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) (ᐢ • ˕ • ᐢ) ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ᘏ⑅ᘏ ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ . ୨ ࣪ ⊹𖥔˖࣪ ¡! 𖤐 ˓ ⊹ ˚. ‹ 𓂃◖ ˖ ݁ ˓ ╱ ᵎᵎ ꒦꒷𓄰⊹ ꉂ ˖ ݁ ˓ 𒀭 ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 ꉂ𓄰 ִֶָ ˓ 𖣠 ݁ ✦ ִֶָ ࣪ ،ヤ ! ◟⊹ ˚˖ ▹ ℜ 𖥸 ࣪ ، ̧¡ ﹫｡ ! ≛ ، . ‹ℜ ࣪𝅄 ャﾞ𒀭𖤩 ˖˚ 𖠿 ‣ ִֶָ ، ♥︎.⭒ ۫ ׅ 🌸 𝅄 𓈈 𐑺ִ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹ ꙳⸌♡⸍꙳ 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ʚ♡ɞ (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) १ (꒪˙꒳˙꒪ ) 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ໒ ﹢ 𖧧 ৶ ⭒ ତ ♡ ৎ୭ ଘ ɞ ✦ 𖤐 ★ ✧ ♥︎ ତ っ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა 𓂃𑁍 ࣪˖ 🐇🩰 Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰› ᐢ • ˕ • ᐢ ˖ ݁ ˓ 𖣠 𓏲·˚ ͙ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ⑅₎ ⊹ 𖡼 ָ࣪ ˖ 𓏲࣪ 𓄹𓈒 ˖ ࣪ ꒷ ꐑꐑ𔘓 𖦹 𓍢 ›𓂃 ִֶָ ࣪ 𓂅 ᕱ ᕱ ¸𓏲࣪ ˚꒷ キ ˖𓂃 ִֶָ ๋ ꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱ ꗃ 𓂃 ⌕ ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა. ๑ 𓂅 ୨ ꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦ ๑ ♡ ﹕₊˚ ✦・୨୧・ ˎˊ- 〜 ꒷꒦ ╭・꒷꒦꒰ ︵︵﹆ . ⁺ . ✦ ﹒₊˚𓂃 ★﹒₊‧ ★・⸝⸝﹒₊˚﹕﹒₊‧ ﹒₊˚𓂃・・・🌸 ———————・✦・﹕★﹒₊‧ ╰╮﹔﹒⧣₊˚ ˚₊﹒﹒╭╯ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ╭╯ ╰╮l﹒⧣ 𓆩 𓆪 𓄴 𓄵 𓄶 𓄷 ❀ ꈍᴗꈍ ꃋᴖꃋ 🌷ɞ ꒦₊˚

╴╴╴╴╴⊹ꮺ˚ ╴╴╴╴╴⊹˚ ╴╴╴╴˚ೃ ╴╴

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

‿︵‿︵‿୨ ୧‿︵‿︵‿

✿﹕ ︵︵✧₊︵︵ꕤ₊˚︵ ૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ﹕ɞ

. ◠ . ◠ . ◠ . ◠. ◠ . ◠ . ◠ . ◠. ◠ . ◠ . ◠ . ◠

˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ *˚

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

─ · ─ · ─ · ─ · ─ ◠ . ◠ . ◠ . ◠

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑

°:. *₊ ° . ☆ °:. *₊ ° . ° .•

₊✧˚﹕︶︶︶﹕૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ `⸝⸝ ₎ა﹕︶︶︶﹕ ˚✧₊

━━━━━━ʕ•㉨•ʔ━━━━━━━

꙳ ੭ * ‧ ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ‧ ⨯ (๑>ᴗ<๑) . ⁺ ✦ * . ˚ ⨯ ੭ * ‧

(･ω･)つ ──────────── ⊂(･ω･)

▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

︻デ═一・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

— — — — — — — — — — — — — —

＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

꒦ˎˊ˗ ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ꒦꒷꒦₊˚

【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】

✠ ——— ✠ ——— ✠ ——— ✠

➽───────────────❥

。✯ ＼｜／。✯ ＼ ｜ ／✯ 。✯ ＼ ｜ ／✯ 。

ɷ( ' ' )ɷ : ⊹ ̟˖ ⁀꒷꒦ ꒰꒰ ⊹꒷︶

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

• ──────── ⌒⌒⌒ ︶︶︶

︶꒦︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦‧ ₊˚・

꒷︶꒥꒷‧₊ ໒( ” •̀ ᗜ •́ ” )७ ₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷

: ・ෆ・┈・┈・ᕱ⑅ᕱ・┈・┈・ෆ・ :

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑

꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈・╴﹕꒰ ᐢ｡- ༝ -｡ᐢ ꒱﹕╴・┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱

╭────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╮

╰────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╯

ᗢ𓄹 ׅ ࣪ ˖︶꒷꒦⊹˚Ꮚ₊꒷︶꒷⊹˚Ꮺ

✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

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like n rbs r appreciated >.<

[voghe]

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

🎀🪞🩰🦢🕯️ ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡ ౨ৎ

✮⋆˙ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

₊˚⊹ ᰔ ୨୧

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

🎀 ₊ ⊹ ~ ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

𓇼🐚☾☼🦪 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

🐻ིྀ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ ୨ৎ

ྀི 🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

⊹.˚🪞🕯️♡ ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

๋࣭ ⭑ ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

ᝰ.ᐟ ೀ

≽^•⩊•^≼ .𖥔 ݁ ˖

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

༝༚༝༚ ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

🧸ྀི 𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ

໒꒰ྀི´• ˕ •` ꒱ྀིა ⊹˚. ♡

₊˚⊹ᰔ ⋆° 𐙚 ₊⋆𖦹 ⋆｡✩

🐶🦴𓂂 🌳🍎✩ 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗒

🌈♡🌷🛻𓂂 𓏸 ˚◞ ⋆ 🩳🧽🍒 ₊˚⊹

𓂂 ˳ׄ 🍅 *🥪🥣₊ ⊹ 𓏸👚🌲 𓐖🛝⸝ ⸝

𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 🥓☆ 👕🥪 ⋆｡˚

🥦. ݁𖦹 🥛🔆 ⋆. ⑅˚⊹🧪⁺◟📓🍎

𓂋🐚 ♡‧₊˚🐇 ﹆🥛♡🕯️ꔛ 𖥧

✧️˖˚ 🤍 ꊞ \ ≈ ꔛ 🥥⁕ 𖥧🥚˖꙳◦

♡ ☁️ + 🕊𓈈ﾟ ✧️ 🏹 ✦ ✉ ꊞ

ꔛ🍦﹆🥟✧.* >🏐 ༘ 🧻◞˚ₓ

🍰♡ ༘*.ﾟ🧸🎀 — 🫶🏼 ‧⁺˖ ❔!! 🧸 ˎˊ˗

.𖥔 ݁🐻 ˖ 🧸˚˖🌷͙֒ ✧˚.🎀༘⋆+ ”🧸 *” +

🥤──★ ˙ ̟🧸 !!° 🧸☆ ྀིྀི »🕚 🍂 ༄

+ ”🧸*” + 🤎‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. 🧸ིྀ⚡️

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