#(( thank you for thinking of haeun!!

[lgcxhaeun]

Delivery received

Hello Haeun,Your order of Fjällräven Kånken Totepack (Pink) has been delivered.

Order details

Courier Tracking Code: EE653295847KR

Date of Delivery: December 25, 2023

Notes: Happy holidays from Yuxi

haeun receives the delivery with a smile, although she’s confused as to who would deliver something to the dorms. once she enters her room again, she turns over the package to look at the note. her eyes widen in surprise to see it’s from yuxi. the other must be very busy with schedules. it’s nice that she took out some time to send a present.

she opens the package with nimble fingers, turning it over in hopes to get a glimpse of what it is before all of the plastic is taken off. she never guesses a tote bag. it’s the tote that’s pretty popular and a little on the expensive side. she’s thankful for the gift though, and immediately clears her current purse to make use of this new tote.

with her phone she sends yuxi a text message thanking her. it was a thoughtful gift and would definitely get some use in the new year.

[tinybeetiny]

But I guess it was all just make-believe: S.M

NonIdol!MingixAfab!Reader

This took a lot longer to write than I thought it was going to. Thank you to the anon who gave me this idea! This is inspired by the song Love by Keyshia Cole

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Masterlist | Ateez Masterlist

You never thought your relationship with Mingi would turn out this way yet here you were staring at the Instagram in front of you. Every feature, every inch was a stark contrast to you. He still loved her, he never outright said but you could always tell. The way he would always bring her up whenever he got the chance irritated you to no end. You tried to express the way it hurt you to him but he would always brush you off "Babe. I'm not with her anymore, I'm with YOU. You have nothing to worry about. I promise" but his words did nothing to ease the pain. It would be the littlest thing from the shows you watch to the way you hold his hand. “You know my ex liked daisies too” “Well my ex always watched this show with me” “My ex never made me watch scary movies”. At this point, you knew about his ex more than you wanted. You didn’t understand why. She cheated on him, ripped his heart, and walked away without a second thought. He was still so hopelessly in love with her and he used you as a way to distract himself, you were sure of it. No matter what you did he would always compare you, sometimes in subtle ways sometimes in very obvious ways. “Hey Min, look at this new skirt I bought” You walked into the living room giving a little spin “hm. Haeun used to wear skirts like that. I don’t think that style really looks good on you though.” he said looking you up and down. "Here ya go Min, I tried to make it how you like it" You say putting the plate of Dak Galbi in front of him. He looks up giving you a small smile "Thank you babe, it smells really good." When he takes a bite his twists into an unreadable expression "What's wrong? Is it not good?" You worriedly ask "Hmm I don't know. Haeun used to make it differently and it tasted a little better"

Your final straw was when you and Mingi were out with his friends. You opted to meet him there seeing as you got out of class a little later than expected. He had told you to just come in when you got there so you told the hostess the name the reservation was under and she walked you over. "yeah I love her how could I not? She's beautiful, thoughtful, amazing and she understands me like nobody else has. I thought she was happy so I don't understand why she would cheat on me like that." Mingi sighed as the boys rolled their eyes. They were never fond of Mingi's ex, not when they were dating and especially not after she ripped his heart out. You, oh they absolutley loved you. But the only issues was Mingi. "Oh come on guys. You know I'm still not over her" he whined seeing their expressions "Mingi, what about (y/n)? Ya know, your current girlfriend who hasn't done a single shitty thing to you?" Yeosang questions pointedly "I mean... she's nice but she's not Haeun. I keep waiting for her to text me saying she regrets it and wants to get back together." Mingi muttered looking down at his lap. The table went silent, nobody knew what to say until Yunho looked over and saw you standing at the end of the table. "Oh. Hey (y/n)" San chuckled nervously. Mingi whipped his head up so fast you were sure he gave himself whiplash "(y-y/n) I-" You shushed his stuttering not interested in what he had to say "I don't really know what to say honestly. I've done everything I could to meet your standards, to be good enough for you. But I'm not going to be some placeholder while you wait for someone else. Quite frankly I feel like she doesn't deserve you after everything she's done but if you want to be stupid, yes stupid, then I'm not gonna sit here and watch it" your voice strong and surprisingly no tears came. You smiled at the rest of the boys and walked out of the resturant without a single look back.

Mingi didn't know how he felt. 3 months had passed since you left and his ex never messaged, she even blocked him on everything. He had to admit that he did in fact miss you, at first he didn't think he was going to. But the more time went on the more he missed your presence. He thought about texting you many times but Yunho told him you were better off. The little hope he had was crushed when he saw your most recent Instagram post. There you stood looking prettier than ever with a guy wrapped around you, the smile on your face was the brightest he had ever seen. Sadness crept into your heart but he couldn't help but feel happy that someone was showing you the love you deserved.

[svvanisms]

❪    🤍 ❫ hello brewedhq! — i'm luna 🌙 ( she / her ) better known as your local (un)magical girl and i'm excited to be a part of this little group! i'm bringing two brand new muses to me — ahn haeun & nam haesol who i'm jazzed to bring to life here. just bare with me as they're still tentatively under construction a bit orz. feel free to check out some information on both of these swans under the cut and don't forget to like, subscribe and SMASH! that 💙 for me to dive into your dms to start plotting.

ahn haeun.

dossier. connections. visuals.

tldr; haeun comes from a conglomerate family — she's the youngest out of three girls, and though her family is affluent, she gets on well with both her parents and siblings and they're a little more laid back then what one would think for people coming from wealth. she's loyal to her family, and has since dedicated herself to being a senior content strategist for a home goods store that her oldest sister runs. she's kind and approachable, super reliable and always puts in the work, but can also be pretty hard on herself. she has a strong sense of responsibility and is always thinking things through, pushing herself to do her best.

for the zodiac lovers; haeun has a pisces sun, virgo moon, and libra rising.

nam haesol.

dossier. connections. visuals.

tldr; haesol moved from busan to seoul in an attempt to better support his family — his father left them shortly after his younger brother was born, leaving his mother to take care of the two children. haesol took on a lot of responsibility since his father was absent in their lives, and works hard to send money home and hopes to put his brother through college. he's got a big heart, and is generally the the one people turn to when they need support. he has a magnetic and uplifting personality, but is easily overcommitted and tries to juggle too many things at once — especially jobs, as he currently has three of them.

for the zodiac lovers; haesol has an aquarius sun, cancer moon, and sagittarius rising. 

from the mun.

both muses are still under construction ( mostly because my brain can only go so far tbh ) and i'm hoping to flesh them out a bit more through threads and connections — kinda on brand when you think about it since they're both living for other people technically and not sure what they want to do with their own future. anyway, thanks for having me here! i'm excited to write with everyone! i'm open to all sorts of dynamics — fluff, angst, romance, antagonistic, etc. so just give me a shout if you have an idea for our muses. i'm slightly more chem-leaning, meaning i'd prefer to play off the chemistry our muses have naturally, but if you want to plan something out in advance i'm pretty flexible so i'm sure we can make whatever your beautiful minds come up with work. 🤍

[outsidereveries]

The questions regarding smngg are

They had a global audition in many countries even in southeast asian countries this year They even had a live audition of girls from India so do you think they will add any girls from this audition in their girl group or any indian girl as kpop entertainment are welcoming indians too.

When they will debut

No of members

Concept and nationality too also rumors are this time its going to be south east asian group

Their impact on 5th gen

Will they be big as blackpink

Level of success

thank you for the.. repeating asks.

About rough energy (general reading), SMNGG as a collective group are all over the place. I believe there was change in the lineup in the recent weeks, possibly because of them being different tham the rest. They could've broke a rule as SME trainee. Nothing else. I could see a few girls close with each other, bu the way but nothing much.

About whether they'll debut in the 4th quarter of this year, yeah, I can see it, but there will be delays for their debut preparations in a way or another. I can see SMNGG debuting in December this year if they solve everything as soon as possible. There could be a scandal in the company that will be revealed publicly. If related to the girls, it can be similar situation to Karina's before aespa debuted (not saying it will be bullying 100%).

As amount of members, I see 8. They were going to be 9 if that girl wasn't kicked out. The original plan was 5-member girl group but they scrapped it out.

I do see their concept being versatile rather than having specific vibe. Maybe like Red Velvet's (oh, their impact!) but they haven't decided it very specific what and how exactly it should be.

Girl #1: The most hardworking out of all of them. The most talented but the most introverted too. She might be an it-girl of her generation, or has the potential to be very impactful. Basically, her personality is very relateable and loved. Possibly Na Haeun. As positions, I don't feel any. Maybe a bunch of them at once (Like Vocalist, Dancer, FOTG..). Might be interested in songwriting/producing songs in the future.

Girl #2: Being a trainee from quite some time. Also very hardworking and plans quite a lot. Might receive the leader position.. so possibly she's the oldest girl. I don't feel other positions. If that's Helen, then she can receive also a dancer position.

Girl #3: Very intiutive and optimistic person. She learns dances and everything else slower. If the other idols are way greater dancers, then she might receive criticism from k-netizens bc of it. Don't feel specific positions yet.

Girl #4: Might be foreigner. She feels determinated to debut, but also feels this isn't worth it to some extent. Very emotional too. Might receive vocal position (Lead?). I don't feel she's from India but she might be from an island - Japan, Indonesia, Taiwan or Malaysia. Definitely Asian.

Girl #5: Although as hardworker as the first girl, she doubts her own abilities and talents. Might have issues with her confindence, her mental health, these things. This doesn't make her less talented but she's not on her best time when I asked. Therefore, I don't feel any certain positions.

Girl #6: Might receive dancer position. Very hardworking, also very realistic mindset (with optimistic tendencies). She tries to be a good.. rapper? but doesn't feel this is her thing. SME seems to have in mind for her to be "dancer, (something else)" as positions. She tries with rapping but doesn't work as of now.

Girl #7: Might be the second most popular member in the future. Extremely emotional, very talkative, very creative too. She gives me Ningning vibes, I won't lie (because of her Libra stellium). Main vocalist, I feel so.

Girl #8: Overthinker for sure, might be very critic to herself. She is also working very hard, might come from a wealthy family. She's not rigged for sure, she might be the 2nd all-rounder of the group. I don't feel specific positions yet.

So far I sense 1 (certain?) foreigner.. and the rest of them Koreans. The 2nd girl might've lived in foreign lands, maybe Australia if that's Helen.

Their popularity in the 5th generation won't be that great, they might be overshadowed by other groups. So far I feel ther relevance will be similar to Red Velvet (just enough). Might be more popular outside of Korea.

Their success will be "just enough". The half of the girls will be more relevant than the rest. I don't feel anything prominent.

[glasswinggames]

My heart only belongs to Helios <3 could I please have more facts about him? the game sounds great, good luck!!!

Omg yes! I'm so glad there is someone after the heart of my icy mage!! 🙏💕

Okay facts!

Whilst star signs aren't a thing in Archelia and months are different, he would be a Virgo!

He's the baby of his family (though he is the most mature of them all), he's the youngest of four siblings, all older sisters, with one of them being his twin Haeun. His sisters rejected leading the ArchDukedom so as the responsible one he took on that role.

He's a musical theatre nerd at heart, he is only ever really publicly seen at operas as that is what is deemed fitting for a noble of his stature... but he has a soft spot for 'more frivolous forms of entertainment'.

He can't handle the heat for the life of him, which is perfect since he lives in a land where it snows most of the time. If he was to get too hot he'd be a bit of a wreck, thank materia for the magic circles embroidered on his clothes for heat regulation.

He wears reading glasses when he is alone, he used to enjoy wearing them as an accessory because when he was younger (think child/very early teens) he thought it made him look smarter, but after the seventh time of his sister stealing and breaking them to make fun of him, he gave up and simply wears reading ones in private (he does actually need them haha).

Hope you enjoy the facts and happy to answer anymore questions about him!!

And thank you so much 💕 I'm so excited to show everyone more as I go!!

[blueopinions49]

Could you please type me, I am recently studying cognitive functions and I would like to find out my MBTI type.

I introduce myself I'm Haeun and I consider myself to be a person who doesn't like to get into trouble with strangers or acquaintances, but my words many times have gotten me into conflict, it got to a point where keeping silent is no longer enough and I explode, especially with my family members, but the weird thing is that when I disagree with other people who are not in my family circle it's harder to show my angry side and I don't think it's because I fear or appreciate them, it may be because I don't have confidence in them to be myself in my dark aspects.

I am also shy and have a hard time being able to make conversation or make friends, it is easier when I am with my sister, if I am with her I am more confident to do so. When I have a problem whatever it is, I usually think about how to solve it and then I execute it, many times I have tried to ignore uncomfortable situations or that make me very nervous and tried to run away but I can't, I always have to face it because if I don't do anything I get stressed with the situation, so I prefer to take action.

Another fact about me, is that when my friends or sisters are worried they come to me for advice, I think I have always had that natural gift for that, I listen and I know what to tell them, finally they manage to feel better. I think I can understand that trust is important, before I didn't tell them how I felt because it was uncomfortable to have to say your thoughts or feelings and also I considered it a little silly and I didn't like that they felt sorry for me, but now little by little I am learning to express what I feel although it is still hard.

I am trying hard to improve certain things that I think I need to improve, but during the process I don't feel it is so complicated, for example with my writing, with my school grades, with my goals even. I don't worry too much, I just do my best, that's why maybe I don't feel it's heavy.

Well... that's all I can say, I will wait with excitement for your answer and thank you very much first of all.

I think from what I read IXTJ XiFi 5w6 sp/so 593

im between INTJ and ISTJ

Focused on Solving problems rather than analyzing them and understanding them= Te

However I can't tell how you approach problem solving. Since that is the focus of MBTI. Would you say you prefer to take step by step process (ISTJ) or would you prefer to be quick and just understand the essence of the problem (INTJ).

[itzynabi]

produce 48 episode 8

word count: 1.0k

warnings: none that i can think of

an: another episode of eve on pd48. she’s a starrrr. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

eve’s masterlist

The trainees entered the auditorium, filling out the seats in the middle section. Cheetah walked on stage to the cheer of the trainees. She told them that she would be announcing the groups for the concept evaluation.

“Now I’ll announce the eleven trainees who will be in our fifth group,” Cheetah said. “The seven remaining trainees will be our sixth group. Starting with Kim Nabi from JYP Entertainment, who got the 100 000 vote benefit.”

Eve walked onto the stage, standing as more trainees got called to join her.

“Please go to your practice studio now.”

The girls walked to their practice room, sitting down when they got in. Haesol peeled off the sticker covering the song they’d perform, revealing it to be 1 000%.

“Why don’t we choose our centre now?” Eve suggested when they were going over the song.

Haeun sighed. “Here it comes.”

“This could be our last time being the centre,” Haesol said, “so whoever wants to be the centre, speak now.”

The girls volunteered for the centre position, ultimately deciding on Haesol and Sooyoon. They decided Haesol and Chiyori would be the main vocalists.

“Here’s the fifth place trainee,” Seunggi announced during the ranking announcement. “She did the group battle evaluation with the song Very, Very, Very. She did her part as the dance position for the evaluation.”

Eve turned to Eunbi. “Unnie, it’s you.”

“No.” Eunbi shook her head.

“No, unnie I think it’s you,” Sooyoon agreed with Eve.

“The trainee is,” Seunggi began, pausing for dramatic effect. “Kwon Eunbi from Woollim Entertainment.”

Eve jumped up in excitement for her friend. “I told you!” She hugged her after Eunbi hugged everyone else.

Eunbi walked to her chair on the stairs after saying her speech and sat down.

Eve sat down, placing her hands in her lap. “It doesn’t look like I’m making it,” she commented.

Sooyoon shook her head. “No, unnie. We’re going to make it. Be optimistic!”

“The only places left to be announced are the first, second, third and fourth,” Seunggi announced. “They are the four most loved trainees by the National Producers. Who will have the honour of getting first place?” He asked, looking at the trainees. “I will now show you the four nominees for the first place voted by the National Producers. Let’s check it out on the screen.”

Everybody waited with baited breath for the trainees to be revealed.

“Nabi unnie still hasn’t been called,” Haeun noted.

Wang Ke turned to look behind her. “Nabi unnie is still here? She must be in the top four.”

Seunggi cleared his throat. “Please reveal the four nominees for first place.”

The screen showed the four trainees nominated for first place, Eve being one of them, however she was looking at her fingers in her lap as she played with them so she didn’t notice.

”Nabi unnie!” Haesol exclaimed, gaining Eve’s attention. “You’re on the screen!”

“What?” Eve asked, looking up at the screen. “Oh!” She exclaimed in shock. She turned to Sooyoon, both girls shocked.

“There is the first place among the four trainees for the second ranking announcement,” Seunggi said. “The nominees for first place are really unexpected. Kim Nabi from JYP Entertainment, you are a nominee for first place. What are you thinking right now?”

Eve shifted her hands on the microphone. “When my name hadn’t been called earlier, I was preparing myself to go home,” she admitted. “I’m really shocked to be a candidate for first place and I’m thankful to National Producers that they got me this far.”

The trainees in ranks four and three were revealed, Eve being neither of them.

“We have two trainees who are waiting to find out who will get the honourable position of first place. It’s Kim Nabi from JYP Entertainment and Jang Wonyoung from Starship Entertainment. Please come up to the stage.”

Eve stood up from her seat, high fiving trainees as she walked to the stage. When she got there, she got up on her box as Seunggi began speaking again.

“Here are the two nominees for first place. Kim Nabi from JYP Entertainment, you were in thirteenth place in the second week, ninth place in the third week and eighth place in the fourth week,” Seunggi told her, the trainees gasping at her consistent high ranking. “You’re now a nominee for first place. You are getting a lot of support from National Producers.”

He also talked about Wonyoung, mentioning her rank progression.

“I will announce first place now,” he said. “Who is the new first place trainee? We’ll reveal it shortly.”

Eve wringed her fingers together as she waited for Seunggi to announce the first place trainee.

“The trainee in first place is… Kim Nabi from JYP Entertainment.”

Eve’s eyes widened as she turned to look at Seunggi, who continued speaking.

“She received 1 010 555 votes in total out of 27 553 709.”

Eve’s 1 000% teammates began to cheer for her, causing her to blush.

“Tell me how you feel to be in first place,” Seunggi prompted Eve.

“Being in first place is something I hoped I could accomplish, but never thought I actually would. To my Into The New World team, thank you for trusting me to be the centre. To my 1 000% team, I wish more of us made it through, but know that I love you guys so much. Thank you to National Producers for supporting me and allowing me to continue to work towards my debut. I’ll continue to work hard and put my best into everything. Thank you.” She bowed.

Eve walked up the stairs, stopping every so often to receive hugs from other trainees. She hugged Eunbi the longest, squeezing the older girl extra tight.

“I’m so happy you weren’t eliminated,” Eunbi said into the hug.

Eve nodded her head. “Me too,” she agreed.

When they pulled apart, she continued walking until she reached the top of the stairs. She sat down, squealing in excitement.

“It’s so high up here,” she said to herself.

outfit

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©️ kim nabi

[lgcwenjun]

the notebook starter for @lgcxhaeun

despite his korean still not being... completely amazing, it was honestly a lot more worse when he’d first came to korea. wenjun could barely speak to anyone without feeling like a complete fool – or having to stare at them in confusion ( though truth be told, he still did that ). at the very least, he’s now able to hold a proper conversation with the other trainees and he’s able to express himself a lot more comfortably. 

funnily enough though, there were moments from when he first started learning korean that he cherished. most of them, being with haeun. wenjun always tried his best to think the good of people, but he was more than convinced that haeun was probably an angel without wings. in fact, a lot of the korean he’d picked up was thanks to her, and her patience with him.

and that’s exactly why he’s so happy to see her. it’d been a particularly hard day for wenjun. he’d gotten a good scolding for being unable to keep up with the choreography, and his heart was feeling a little heavier than usual. 

“haeun noona,” his voice is light as he greets her, and the smile that’s on his face is genuine as he approaches the older girl. “today was so tough, i’m so glad to see you here,” he says, already finding a sort of comfort in her presence. almost automatically, he rustles through his bag and pulls out their notebook, the one they’d both filled with drawings and descriptions of words. 

despite his korean improving, he still quite enjoyed this little shared bit that they both had – everything kept in this one notebook.

[cuddlebugfelix]

thanks for helping me start my skz 9th member oc! i’m not done yet but i think i’ve decided on the name cho haeun, and then if i wanna keep similarity i might go with hannah for her english name, but you do have a point with jeongin’s english name being bob, so maybe i’ll come back to that 😭 i might be back with more questions but i really appreciate the help ❤️ and to the other anon who said they had also just started their 9th member oc, i wish you the best of luck! tsuki would definitely be a good option for fc, she’s so adorable 😪

AHHHH IM GLAD TO BE OF HELP!

(and ur right tsuki is so babygirl tbh🏃🏾‍♀️💨)

[lgcxhaeun]

right on time.

can you help me, @haeminlgc

haeun is only thankful there are no solos in this musical. she doesn’t think she would be able to handle it. nothing would have been worse. considering she’s in major a, there’s a lot of songs for her to remember. ten in total, with some being smaller ensembles between the major a knights. haeun is the only girl in major a so she feels the pressure to do well. were they expecting a feminine voice? were they expecting her to be a powerhouse? who knows. every practise leaves her feeling nervous.

she spends most of her time working on the songs. they need the most of her attention. the choreography blocking was easy, especially for a musical. it was something that was natural for her. but the songs... those were another story. in the practise room she’s playing the songs on repeat, going over the lyrics again and again. she’s sure the boys are sick of her by now.

“i’m going to do the song from the beginning,” she tells haemin. although she’s not sure what will make her voice sound stable in the song. every time she sings she can hear how off and shaky it sounds. why can’t she just get it? she sighs, pressing play on the track and starting to sing again but soon dies off because she can hear it. it’s not that she’s off key or anything. she just sounds weird.

“i’m going to get it, i promise.”

[yunhoszn]

to hell with it

pairing jung wooyoung x f!reader word count 5k genres angst﹒smut﹒teeniest bit of fluff here and there warnings 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, all lowercase bc she was supposed to be short and vibey and… that just did not happen, mentions and use of weed, very strict parents, lowkey fuckboy wooyoung lol, lots of kissing, marking, scratching, wooyoung has a fascination with reader’s tits lol, nipple play, no real foreplay, unprotected sex, cowgirl and missionary style, dacryphilia, exhibitionism kinda, quite a few references to religious-ish themes, unrequited love in a sense? i got carried away im so sorry

summary you could draw several heaven-hell parallels from this moment in time, from the way wooyoung buries himself inside of you, and you always return to the idea that he’s straight from hell.

more ok… like i said… i got carried away oopsie 😝 this was a request from my lovely wife of 20+ years @juyofans <3 i’m sorry if i strayed too far from the original idea,,, it just happened ok 🙇 also a huge thank u to @bro-atz for betaing for me i LOVE U SO MUCH!! that’s all lets keep this note short and sweet :P reblog if u enjoyed!

@atzhouse

“shit.”

the curse slips from your mouth so naturally upon the discovery that your stash is completely finished. you rummage through the drawer one more time in case you might’ve missed something, but alas, you’ve run into the worst possible scenario. no more weed.

it’s not like you were dependent on it. but it was the end of a long week and it happened to be one of those days. an edible, a long rip from your bong, or a hit from a blunt wrapped with your pretty pink rolling paper sounded like fucking heaven right about now. 

you still lived at home, though, and your parents had no clue that you dabbled with marijuana, so you had to keep everything hidden in your room. unfortunately, it was just too expensive to get your own place in this day and age. and despite the fear of getting caught deeply instilled in you, you were extremely desperate. 

and well, desperate times called for desperate measures…

“hey, wooyoung…” you speak into the receiver. 

your relationship with the guy was complicated. it had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with you. he’d been your plug for a couple years now, and his pretty face made it really hard not to develop a crush. every time you bought from him, you always tried to get a lot at once so you could space out how often you saw him to make things easier on your heart. 

the two of you went to high school together, and the first time you reached out in regards to your secret habit was awkward. to say the least. all of your friends had purchased something from him at least once or twice, so they assured you that he was the real deal. but you had only ever mooched off of them and didn’t have the faintest idea what you were supposed to say or do. (what with having dictators for parents and the lot.)

you remember sending him a dm in the most cryptic way possible. he laughed it off, thinking about how cute it was that you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. but, like every other occasion in which you’d spoken to him, he had a girlfriend at the time. the first time it was haeun, then there was jisu, and it was kind of hard to keep up with the names after that. his patience was endearing, though, and it always left you wanting more out of your conversations. (which is, understandably, what attracted you to the guy.)

he was definitely not a one-partner, commitment type of guy, and that’s all you could ever want out of someone. you thought keeping distance to halt any feelings from growing was the smartest decision. if you didn’t get close to him, it would help squash whatever flame burned beneath your chest. 

but now it was time for that little crush to unearth itself, as it does whenever you see him.  

“hey, y/n, what’s up?” you can hear the smile in his voice, the one that has your insides melting and your panties nearly dropping to the floor in an instant. it’s almost cocky, like he was expecting your call. and he probably was, all things considered.

“um…“ you stop yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and biting your lip, tilting your head back. “are you free to do a drop right now?”

the digital clock on your nightstand read 9:28 PM and your parents wouldn’t be home for another hour or so, having left for the movies a little over an hour ago. (that was the only reason why you were even thinking of pulling something as idiotic as this.) 

not even were you just not allowed to have boys over. you weren’t allowed to have people over period, at least not if your parents were out. in spite of being a grown adult, they still managed to enforce strict rules and curfews on you. you were breaking so many by making this fucking phone call. 

Do Not Think About Talking To Boys Under Our Roof. 

“yeah, actually. i have to do another in the area so that works out perfectly. i can be there in ten.” he answers and that stupid smile pops into your head again. 

2. Absolutely No Strangers Allowed In The House Without Us Present. 

“okay cool— wait, you remember my address?” your brow scrunch together, the confusion boiling up inside of you. he snorts, some shifting audible in the background. 

3. No Alcohol Unless We Are Present, Absolutely No Drugs Allowed. 

“yeah? why wouldn’t i?” he asks so nonchalantly, you almost miss it. “i’ll be there soon, babe.”

he ends the call before you can even say anything, still holding your phone to your ear. your jaw hangs open and heat begins to bloom behind your cheeks. this was exactly why you were avoiding him as long as possible. jung wooyoung was a natural flirt, and you were very delusional. 

this was fine, right? all you had to do was exchange the goods and money, then send him on his way. it would be like nothing ever happened, like no one was ever here. your parents would be none the wiser and you could finally relax. it would be just like when you were sneaking around in high school, having him drop when you didn’t have a car—

fuck.

you could’ve just met him somewhere instead, huh? you didn’t have the issue of being car-less anymore. you could’ve told your parents you were running out to grab some things from the store and hid it in your bags in case they were home before you. could’ve done literally anything else except act this irrational. 

4. This Is An Honest and Trustworthy Household — No Lying Will Be Tolerated. 

maybe, subconsciously, you’ve been wanting to see him in this setting again. there was a thrill in breaking your parents rules. you supposed something special, something exciting sparked under your skin all those times you snuck into the backyard to meet with wooyoung through the side gate. but right now, you’re pacing inside your bedroom. this wasn’t the time to get poetic and reminisce about being a schoolgirl with a crush. 

you were bulldozing through just about everything on your parents’ list of Do Nots and you feel like you should be more anxious about it. for some reason you’re less afraid of pissing them off. you’re entirely too concerned with looking good for wooyoung, and you don’t even hear the shrill sound of your phone ringing.

wooyoung’s contact lights up the screen, sending all sorts of panic signals to your brain. you severely underestimated how long ten minutes was, and also how long you’d been standing in front of the mirror gawking at yourself like a damn fish out of water. this was embarrassing. you were better than this, god, you were so much better than to lose yourself like this over a man. but jung wooyoung somehow made all rhyme and reason escape you like he was some sexy version of the pied piper.

before you realize it, your feet have carried you down the stairs and to the front door. on the other side stand wooyoung, his backpack slung over his shoulder. he’s dressed in a red zip up hoodies and some baggy jeans. his hair is longer than when you last saw him, long enough to have some of the strands tucked loosely behind his ears. you think you’re entranced by his visuals alone, and then he opens his mouth.

”told ya i remembered.” his words drip with that charisma that sucks you in further, deeper, into the chasm you kept trying to avoid.

”uh— c-come in,” you usher him into your house and up the stairs into your room, just in case. “my parents aren’t home, but i don’t know if my neighbors are watching or something. and just in case they get back earlier, it’s easier to hide you in here than anywhere else.”

wooyoung nods with a snort, eyes wandering around the bedroom you’ve had since you were two years old. he’s never been inside of your house before, much less inside of your room. it’s very you; various posters littering the walls, makeup and skincare products cluttered around your vanity, comfy-looking sheets.

5. Definitely No Boys Allowed In Your Room.

“you know, y/n, i was pleasantly surprised when you called,” he shrugs off his bag, setting it on the foot of your bed, dragging his finger along the footboard. “i was starting to miss my favorite customer.”

just about everything but standing right here sounded ideal to you. if there were miraculously a sniper stationed on the roof of the house next to yours, you hoped you were in his line of sight and he would take you out. it was as if he knew. he knew exactly what his effect on you was, and that was absolutely perfect, now wasn’t it?

“your— huh?” you’re sure you sound stupid, especially so when he laughs, unzipping his backpack to take out what he was here for. the smell alone practically recalibrates your system and reboots you. wooyoung notices.

”we’ve never smoked together, have we?” he asks, pulling out the tube he was looking for. it’s about an eighth, which is less than what you usually buy from him, but you’re in no position to complain. you shake your head ‘no’ as he hands it to you, before pulling out another and doing the same thing. you raise an eyebrow at him.

”this is—“

”no, i know,” he purses his lips with a nod, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth and swiping across the bottom one. “consider it a gift, for being so loyal to me all these years.”

you guffaw in disbelief. what the fuck?

”wooyoung, you can’t possibly—“

”just let me smoke you out this once. that’s all i ask in return,” he seats himself on the edge of your bed. “and we’ll even use my stuff. you can save yours for later. i’ll make it worth your while.”

you would be cutting it really close to the time your parents were supposed to be home. but he was so tempting. and you were so weak. so, so pitifully weak.

”okay…” you let yourself say. you let yourself divulge just this once. “but, remember—“

”yes yes, your parents. do you think this is my first rodeo?” he laughs, pulling out a little plastic baggie that appears to have pre-ground weed in it. almost like… he was anticipating this? when he reaches into his backpack for what you assume is wraps, you jump to grab your pink rolling paper. you’d been so excited to use it, you weren’t going to let this opportunity go to waste.

batting your lashes at him is the only way you know how to convince him, though it doesn’t really take much convincing. your rolling skills still weren’t the best, despite doing this as long as you have, so you watch in awe as wooyoung does it. his fingers move expertly, and you have to blink away the thoughts threatening to overthrow the sane ones that have been struggling to keep afloat.

wooyoung fishes for the lighter in his pocket, red like the color of his jacket. he lights the blunt and holds it carefully between his fingers. you think he’s going to take the first hit, but then he’s holding it to your lips, gesturing for you to do it. “ladies first.” he throws in with that obnoxiously attractive laugh of his. you hesitantly follow his lead, sitting beside him, then inhaling and filling your chest. 

your exhale isn’t as graceful as you hoped it would be, a couple coughs coming out of you, but it was a strong hit. he rubs his free hand up and down your thigh to soothe you, hitting it himself. he’s definitely a lot more experienced than you, in what he does and how he does it, breathing it out into the atmosphere. your room is a little foggy now and you have half the mind to crack open a window, however, you’re hyper aware of his hand on your thigh. and you don’t want it to go away. 

6. If Any Of These Rules Are Broken, You Risk Being Kicked Out.

it’s calm for a few minutes, just the two of you rotating the blunt in comforting silence, his hand still branding its place on your thigh. and then his thumb starts to move. it circles into your bare skin gently, kneading mindlessly. you almost let out a whine, but you catch yourself, concealing it as a cough instead.

“you like me, don’t you, y/n?” wooyoung asks, puffing out a thick white cloud and pouting. “that’s why you buy a lot from me at once. that’s why i sometimes only see you once a month.”

the question catches you so off guard, you almost grab the pink blunt by the spark. he sets it in your ashtray, conveniently placed on one of your bedposts. you stare at him blankly, because how fucking perceptive do you have to be to figure that out? your crush was probably a little more than obvious, sure, but the avoidant tendency you had couldn’t possibly be linked to that. not unless he truly knew you like the back of his hand. 

he leans back onto his palms with a snicker, carding his fingers through his hair. the way he’s positioned allows you to glimpse at a bit more of his chest from the partially unzipped jacket. the only thing you see is that it’s bare, and your brain short circuits. it was already frying itself when he called you out, now there wasn’t a single functioning cell up there. 

“i’m high like sixty percent of the time, i see everything. i know everything.” he answers your unspoken inquiry. and well, that may be true, but it’s not like you’re doing much to refute with the way you’re ogling at him. (you were a horny high, unfortunately.) 

“what—“ you swallow, suddenly all too aware of how close you’re sitting, of how his grip on your thigh is a little more primal. “what if i said no? what then?”

“i’d think you were a liar,” he smiles, that fucking smile you can picture in your head even through a phone call. “and i don’t like being lied to.”

“so it’s a good thing i haven’t said no yet, right?” you breathe, voice entirely too stable for the situation. his hand rises higher on your thigh, the tip of his index finger brushing under your shorts. you glance down at it, eyes already heavy lidded as they observe the way it drags across your skin. fuck. 

“mhm,” he hums, gauging your reaction to his touch. “it’s very good.”

you’re losing your patience the longer you sit there, tortured by wooyoung’s hand searing on your thigh. your heart seems to beat faster and you feel like you can tell with the rise and fall of your chest picking up in speed. his lips on yours is all that you want, all that you need, and under this spell (the intoxication swimming through your bloodstream), you’re willing to accept the consequences that may come with it. 

a gasp escapes you when his nail scrapes along the side of your leg with the pressure of a feather. it’s overwhelming, to say the least. you want more and more and more, and then so much more until you can’t take it, but part of you is still insecure that he’ll leave you strung out on a clothesline if you indulge. you’re beyond thinking about the repercussions if you’re caught. you’re focused on the repercussions of being hurt if you give in. 

but enough is enough. 

placing your hand over his own, you slip it under your t-shirt where you’ve been braless this entire time. wooyoung’s eyes widen and you grab one of his hoodie strings, yanking him closer to you. your noses brush and your eyes meet, a silent ask for permission to finally play into what you’ve both been waiting for. 

you don’t really give him a second to rethink it.

your lips connect in a rough, messy kiss that has you believing in the existence of a god. one that’s granted what you’ve been dreaming of for years. maybe after this you’ll start praying before bed again, especially if it always rewards you this well. 

his mouth slots against yours like it’s the missing piece of a puzzle, your tongues tangling and your teeth nearly clashing. wooyoung’s hand on your chest regains its own control, squeezing your breast and flicking his thumb over a perked nipple. his other hand grips your waist, pulling you onto his lap. your knees dig into the mattress, hands cupping under his jaw and then entwining in his hair. 

you sigh into his kiss, obsessed with this length on him. you’re sure he feels the same when he groans after you tug on it, deepening the kiss if possible. the sigh turns into a moan when he guides your hips into a circular motion, grinding you down on him to create a bit of friction and get the ball rolling. 

he knows you don’t have a lot of time, maybe an hour tops, but fuck he wishes he could take his time with you. he wished he could explore your body and learn every single thing you liked and didn’t like, and use it all to his advantage. his senses are heightened so he’s keenly aware of your every sound, of each whine that escapes you. 

wooyoung’s mouth travels from your own, along your jaw, and down your throat, nipping and sucking so he leaves his mark on you wherever he can. your lips part with a soft moan when he finds the sensitive spot on your neck. his hand is still in your shirt, kneading and massaging your tits like it was second nature for him. 

your high has reached its peak, and you’re starting to get light headed from how good everything feels. if he didn’t touch you where you needed him most soon, you feared you might finish prematurely, and after all that you’ve been through to get to this point, you really cannot handle that tonight. thankfully, he seems to read your mind. 

“i would love to make up for lost time, but i don’t think we can right now,” he pants into your skin, hands everywhere but somehow nowhere all at once. “let me just—“

“stop yapping and just fuck me, wooyoung, you’re wasting precious time,” you groan, going straight for the zipper of his jacket. you push the red material off of his shoulders in one go, practically pawing at the button of his jeans. he laughs at your impatience, but knows you’re right. 

“well, when you put it like that, i don’t feel bad for the disgusting things i wanna do to you,” he teases, helping you pull your shirt over your head. “gonna fuck you so good, you’re gonna wanna see me more than once a month.”

the call out is crazy, but you don’t have the mental capacity to argue with him, head tossing back when he takes one of your tits into his mouth. you scrape your nails down the expanse of his chest and abdomen, a reprieve to the static buzzing throughout your body with wooyoung’s lips all over you. his teeth sink into your collarbone and you nearly lose your sanity. this was it, there was no going back now that you’ve fallen under his spell. 

his skilled fingers make quick work removing your shorts and you’re so beyond restless, that he has a bit of trouble getting them down your legs. he stills your hips firmly, practically scolding you when he says, “sit still, pretty, i’m not going anywhere.”

it’s a weird reaffirmation, and in a way it calms your erratic mind. you finally let go of those reservations and allow yourself to submit to these feelings you’ve harbored for years. the heat of wooyoung beneath you is enough to make you squirm again, needing him inside of you before you start crying. (though judging by what he’s said so far, you think he’d like that.)

“god, i need you so bad,” you whine, lips locking with his once more. you speak the words into his mouth and they hold all the subtlety of an excavator, desperation hanging off of each syllable. “please…”

you can feel, rather than see, the conniving smile that graces his features, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. he’s dangling your desire in front of you like a ball of yarn with a cat, the bed of his nails dragging along your hips slowly and tortuously. you reach down to cup his erection through his boxers and that’s what spurs him on, dropping his mischievous act in favor of gifting you what you’ve been asking for so nicely.

wooyoung pushes your underwear to the side, kicking off his boxers so he’s bare for you. part of you is way more excited than you should be to fuck him raw, for the first time nonetheless. he leans back slightly and watches as you hover over his cock, sitting on it gently. he’s definitely on the longer side, longer than the other guys you’ve been with— not that there were very many to compare him to. he fills you up just right, tapping that sweet crook of your pussy when he sheathes entirely. 

the moan that breaches the sound barrier fights itself from deep in your chest, tickling his ears and forcing out one of his own. his grip on your hips tightens as you begin to move. it’s more of him moving your body for you, not that you’re complaining at all. less work for you.

with each bounce on his cock, your bed squeaks and it wouldn’t be such a problem if you didn’t also hear the front door open downstairs. your eyes widen almost comically, meeting wooyoung’s with a fear so intense that it nearly scares him too. gratefully, he’s been in this situation before. he holds a finger up to his lips to shush you, simultaneously flipping the two of you so your back is flat on the bed and his feet are planted on the floor.

you’re glad you had the clear mind to lock your door when you came up to your room. you don’t know if it’s because it’s wooyoung, or maybe you’re just into it, but you feel yourself getting more turned on as he continues to fuck you despite your parents being home. he covers your mouth with his hand, rocking his hips into yours with a purpose. his free hand slithers between the two of you, thumb rubbing calculated circles into your clit.

”take it,” he rasps into your ear, nipping the lobe softly; a contrast to what’s tumbling out of his mouth. “take it like the good girl you are.”

at that same moment, there’s a knock on your bedroom door. wooyoung doesn’t stop, in fact, he speeds up his pace, pushing your thigh to your chest so he plunges deeper into your cunt. he’s evil, pure evil.

”y/n, are you in there?” your mother asks.

”y-yes,” you gasp, willing your voice to stay steady. “i was getting ready to go to s-sleep.”

“you sound off… are you feeling okay?” she expresses her concern and you look to wooyoung for help.

you bite down harshly on your lower lip when he leans down to suck on one of your tits instead, still very roughly snapping into you. he urges you to say something anyway, so you can at least get them to leave you alone. “y-yes! i’m fine! i was just looking f-for my pajamas!”

he laughs lowly so only you can hear, gazing at you through his lashes and whispering, “should we tell her they’re on your floor?”

your mother doesn’t question you any further. ”okay… goodnight, sweetheart.”

”goodnight!”

her footsteps get quieter as she walks away from your door. the shit-eating grin on wooyoung’s face contributes to the growing ache in the pit of your stomach more than it pisses you off. unfortunately he just had that effect on you. it was hard to be mad at him when he made you feel like you were lit ablaze, fire burning all the way to the tips of your fingers.

“look at you, sweetheart,” you hate that the pet name has you clenching around his length. his lips trail down your body, worshiping it like you were his own personal goddess. “you’re taking my cock so perfectly.”

if you could scream, you would. you’d be as loud as possible so your whole block knew who was fucking you this good. you’d chant his name like a prayer, which was ironic considering he was, in a sense, more like an incubus. you could draw several heaven-hell parallels from this moment in time, from the way wooyoung buries himself inside of you, and you always return to the idea that he’s straight from hell. the way he lures you in, like the serpent with eve in the garden of eden. he has you turning your back on all forms of reason. 

but this inebriation, this sweet poison coursing through your bloodstream as applies practiced pressure to your clit, has your whole being soaring. you could care less about the trouble that comes with it, especially when it has your back arching off of your mattress and into his chest. 

your lips pry open in a silent moan when he presses up against that same spongy nook in your pussy. tears well in your eyes as they roll back, spilling down the sides of your cheeks. wooyoung kisses them away and fucks into you harder, inching closer and closer towards what you’re already on the precipice of. 

having gone nonverbal after nearly getting caught, it requires so much energy for you to croak out, “‘m so close, woo, so so close…”

he hums approvingly, back at your mouth now. his lips mold with yours so smoothly and your fingers tangle in his hair so easily. you want this forever, to be his in more ways than one. but after tonight, you don’t know how likely that is to happen, and you’ll let yourself be satiated by this one time. 

you’re lost in the sensation of his kiss, disappearing in the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of your cunt without restriction. and maybe this would’ve been so different had you not been high. maybe this wouldn’t have happened at all had you been sober. your vision is hazy and your head is clouded, but you’ve never felt so liberated. 

wooyoung grazes his nose against yours, a stark contrast in the behavior he’s exhibited tonight. even as he does so, his lower half is still pounding into you without mercy. and for some reason, that tenderness is what has you slipping through the cracks. your orgasm washes over you with no warning, crashing and colliding into your being almost violently. 

the fluttering of your walls around his cock has wooyoung finishing right behind you, lashes skimming the tops of your cheeks in butterfly kisses that prolong the climax of your release. it’s much more intimate than you expected, your heart swelling and your body shivering with its implications. he slows his pace to something steady, something that just metaphorically holds your hand through your orgasm. 

as you recover from the weight of it all, you realize that you’re still crying. wooyoung attempts to swipe away your tears with his thumbs, but when he notices that they aren’t stopping, his eyebrows knit together in confusion. he slides out of you and back into his boxers, scouring your bedroom floor for your t-shirt. he sits you up gently and cups your jaw in his hand.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, uncharacteristically serious. you’re used to him being playful and joking about everything, so for him to show genuine concern about your emotions means a lot. a lot.

“i’m okay— i’m fine, i’m just being weird.” you dismiss his worries though, since it’s true. he doesn’t owe you anything and you don’t want to guilt him into anything just because your crush is a little heavier than the schoolgirl crush he’s made it out to be. he shakes his head. he’s not having any of that.

”no, you’re upset about something. don’t water yourself down like that.” you don’t like that this is fueling your delusions, don’t like that you want him so much more than you thought you could. and maybe you could’ve stopped yourself, had you not looked at him. your gaze traces from the beauty mark under his eye to the way his hair frames his face. 

“i want something i can’t have,” is what you settle on, swallowing down that bitter pill that you’ve been avoiding tonight. “and i think i’m finally coming to terms with it.”

wooyoung searches your expression for thicker substance, as if that will hint towards a clearer answer than what you’ve given him. he finds it in that painfully sad smile of yours. he finds it in the heartache swirling in the pools of your irises. you know he didn’t mean to lead you on. it’s not his fault, really. you understood what you were getting yourself into. none of the blame can be placed in his hold, because it doesn’t belong to him.

”i should go,” he says after a long stretch of silence. “before either of us get into any trouble.”

you watch as he dresses himself quickly and exits through the window, taking your heart along with him. but it would be okay. you wouldn’t have to see him for another month anyways. 

at least, that’s what you tell yourself as you reignite the blunt sitting in your ashtray.

© yunhoszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[livealittleoc-cb]

Christmas with our Loving Family & Pack

[there’s a little clover engraved inside of the ring]

🌪️: Merry Christmas my loving and dear alpha!~ *snorts and smiles* Since you’re dating a very very goth man *laughs* I thought you should own at least one piece of gothic jewelry! I saw the ring and I instantly thought of you. I also thought of getting matching rings but that felt cheesy. *purses his lips* but I also got help and reserved us a seat at a fancy restaurant and maybe your ring matches a dress, crown and earrings set I haven’t had a reason to use. And mayhaps I’ve picked out your suit to match also.~ *plays with his fingers* only if you want to though, I just I don’t know, I want to show you off and be all hot together in public *snorts* we have the whole day to think it through *smiles*

[pretend the pin in the picture is a spade pin]

♥️: Hehehe! MERRY CHRISTMAS! It’s finished! I know a while ago I said I would tailor a suit for you and we’ll tada! I hope you like it, if something doesn’t fit or you know feel nice let me know and I’ll fix it right away! *yawns a little* ooo I thought we could spend Christmas inside in matching pajamas, make some hot chocolate and dance around to Christmas songs. Than for dinner we make something together and watch a movie and catch up a little *smiles softly* I miss spending time with you.

[one baby outfit has an H on it and another has a diamond]

💀: Well Merry Christmas Miss mama and little baby~ *smiles big* I got little Haeun a little gift basket. I hope the clothes fit her well and she likes the little stuffies and such.~ *chuckles softly* and for us I thought we could go on a little picnic, get a little drunk, run around and laugh at random stuff *holds up a basket* only if you’re free though, if you’re busy with your lovely husband we can do it some other day *laughs into her hand*

💀: We also got Miss Somin something as a thank you for being so kind with us

🌪️: Hope you like cake, we all pitched in on helping to make it~

♥️: Also champagne! I picked it out, I’m an expert on what tastes good~ *proud smile*

@kardpackcb

[svvanisms]

       HAEUN FINDS LAUGHTER BUBBLING IN HER CHEST . . . it's bright, effervescent and carefree, like soap bubbles, or the fizziness of a carbonated drink, chasing away the lingering awkwardness of an exchange with a stranger in the elevator, and dispelling the residual embarrassment of something she had been so proud of not being able to sell well despite her best efforts. it breathes new life into her, and she can't help but grin as the other female leans into her jokes, keeping the conversation going with lighthearted humor that has haeun feeling the onset of stitches in her side. it's a little funny when she thinks about it — she can't remember the last time she's had such an effortless conversation with someone she had just met, and actually had a good laugh about it.

       "don't worry, they're only going to curse people who turn them down," she says through a giggle, wiggling her eyebrows slightly as the other female plucks a few of the suncatchers out of the box. she had been so worried she wouldn't even be able to convince someone to take one, let alone three, so she feels another swell of happiness wash over her as the other watches the reflection of rainbows dances off of their skin, painting the elevator walls with color when turned a certain way. "you've managed to outdo the dark magic. congratulations on passing this test, chosen one. you and your sleep demons can rest easy now."

       another fit of laughter spills from her mouth — she's never been one for fantasy novels, or games that have perilous journeys with mythical creatures, but she imagines she sounds a little like someone who has given the main character an important item that would help them for the rest of their quest. the giggles settle down for a moment and her ears perk up at the idea of a giveaway. it's another great idea, she thinks, wondering briefly how she hadn't thought of that before now either. it seemed like her new found companion just had all the right solutions — there was something really eye-opening and enlightening about a conversation with a stranger.

       "that sounds like a great idea. what better way to destroy your enemies and max out your skills then to do it aesthetically? i'm not really a gamer, but even i'd get one with that pitch," haeun grins, the two of them stepping out into the hallway of the third floor and heading towards the apartments. she takes a quick glance towards her own apartment before turning back to the woman, smile still stretching across her features. "thanks for the glowing review. next time i'll be giving a discount to loyal customers, so don't forget to request me again."

       the conversation ebbs off for a moment, and haeun thinks this might be the end of the exchange — it's a little bittersweet, she thinks, but she's still glad that she was able to have someone take a few of the suncatchers off her hands. she opens her mouth to say her goodbyes before the other speaks, and the playful invitation fills the space between them. "i was nervous about you being my first victim, but i'm glad that my evil mastermind plan went off without a hitch," she can't help but beam, shoulders shaking with another chuckle. "that actually sounds great. i'd love to take you up on the offer. let me just drop this box off quick if you don't mind." she turns, but like the other had done only moments before, she pauses, tilting her head over her shoulder mid-step, as she realizes she hadn't even introduced herself yet. "i'm haeun, by the way."

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇—quick, unguarded, slipping past her lips before she can catch it. she barely manages to smother the tail end of it against the back of her hand, but it’s too late. the damage is done, amusement written all over her face, tugging her mouth into something dangerously close to fond.

“wow. huge responsibility to be handing off in an elevator, but alright,” she muses, stepping out with a lazy stretch, the plastic bag on her wrist rustling as it swings with the motion— before glancing over her shoulder. “hope you realize I’m gonna be unbearable about this now.”

but her attention doesn’t stray for long. the box pulls her back like a moth to a particularly aesthetic flame, fingers ghosting over the edge as she eyes the suncatchers with renewed interest.

“wait. you had to get rid of them?” her tone dips, exaggeratedly suspicious. “like... had to? are we talking a normal had to, or a ‘these may or may not be haunted’ had to? blink twice if you’re in danger.”

she hums, faux-considering, then exhales through her nose and nods, decisive. “alright, well. if you’re offloading cursed objects, i might as well take a few extra. waste not, want not, y’know?”

she plucks three from the box with zero hesitation, shifting them between her fingers before holding one up to the light—and oh. immediately, fractured rainbows spill across her skin, catching in the loose strands of her hair, flickering against the walls like something alive. god. she has to pretend she didn’t just get a little bit enchanted by a random hallway interaction.

“actually, yeah, way too nice to just hoard for myself and my army of sleep demons.” she tilts her head, mostly talking to herself now. “maybe I’ll do a giveaway. ‘win a suncatcher, ascend to a higher plane of vibey existence.’ throw in some fake lore about how they boost your crit rate in ranked or something.”

her lips quirk as she twirls one between her fingers, then she turns back to her unexpected benefactor with a slow, easy grin.

“anyway. hell of a home delivery service. i'll definitely be leaving a five star review.” she shifts her weight onto one foot, like she’s already half a step away, before pausing—like the thought only just struck her.

“oh, wait—lemme buy you a drink or something downstairs. can’t just rob you blind without at least pretending i have morals.” her tone is light, playful, but the offer is real enough. “unless, of course, this is some elaborate ploy to get me into eternal suncatcher debt. in which case—” she clicks her tongue, smirking, “well played.”

[glasswinggames]

I keep thinking, do the ro's have a childish side too?

Hmmm 🤔 some do more than others!

Jed definitely has the strongest childish side out of the group, Oliver (the poly option in his route) also has a strong childish side but it's not as much!

Noah tries his best to act mature, like super friendly but he tries to be responsible and reliable, but is so easily convinced by the Reader to be more playful and have more of a childish side when they're together.

Similar to Noah, Farren comes off as more mature and mysterious, especially when she's with witches she is trying to impress, but when she's with her family and eventually the Reader, and can relax a little bit she has more of a childish side.

Eos could be considered childish in their emotional escalations since they are quick to anger, but I wouldn't say they're that immature otherwise.

Whether Il actually has a childish side is a whole question in and of itself, but he knows how to act a bit more childish and how to use it to his advantage.

Helios is very mature, but his parents describe the way he still argues with Haeun to be childish, so take that how you will. I think his childish side more comes out in competitiveness, like he will want to win, even if you challenge him to the most childish of games. The more childish it is he will protest... but that doesn't mean he's not going to give it 110%.

Athys childish side comes out in her love of fairytales and children's stories, and her desire to recreate them.

Cai is probably the most mature, despite acting immature on the surface. They had to grow up very fast in the Palace and didn't really have a childhood to know how to be childish, but with the right person, who they can feel safe with and equal to, maybe they could have a tiny childish side after all.

Thank you for the question! 🥰

[cuddlebugfelix]

hihi! skz 9th member anon again! i think i’ve found a face claim i’m going for, i actually realized i follow this person on instagram too 🤣 thank you for the suggestions you linked on my last ask though! i think the next thing i’m really struggling with is the korean name. i’m not korean myself so i don’t want to fuck up spelling or offend anyone. the name i think i want to use is “haeun”. would it be 해은 in korean? that’s what i’m seeing pop up a lot but want to make sure, not sure about the surname yet but i like the sound of “seo haeun”. for the english name as well does it have to be similar to the korean name? sora for example is sara choi which is similar to her korean name, so i’m just not sure how to go about that. i’m also probably just REALLY overthinking this cause that’s what i do best 😭

(dont worry bestie i overthink too😭❤)

firstly im glad you've found your fc!!!

and secondly, the name haeun in hangul is correct.

for english names, it's really anything you want it to be (i mean jeongins english name is literally bob🏃‍♀️) i just used "sara" because i couldn't think of anything at the time, but it really could be whatever you want!

[svvanisms]

       THE BEGINNING OF TWILIGHT PAINTS ITSELF ACROSS THE SKY . . . it wraps the bustling atmosphere in a familiar embrace, the buzzing neon lights of the nearby shops and food stalls competing with the first few signs of stars that appear overhead. the steam from the food stalls drift up into the air and she finds herself inhaling the familiar scent of fishcakes. it's still rather cold out even with it nearing the end of winter, but hongdae is still ever bit as busy as always — tourists and locals alike cram together to make their way down the streets, taking in the sights all around them as their conversations meld together into the backtrack of white noise for her walk home.

       haeun often enjoyed peace and quiet — there was something about the stillness that calmed her and made her feel at ease, especially after countless hours of meetings with vendors and influencers and her mind ping-ponging all sorts of different ideas from the confines of her desk at IVORY DRIFT. she was so often excited to come home after a long day, wanting to relish in the silence of her own company at her apartment, but there was something admittedly enjoyable about being in the heart of all the action too. maybe it was because despite how chaotic and rushed everything was around the area, she simply faded into the background amongst it all.

       she had assumed the walk home this evening would have been like any other, the sight of her figure melting into the crowds, going unnoticed with her suspiciously heavy grocery bags in tow, but it seemed that there was someone who had caught her out from the crowd. the sound of his voice catches her attention, and haeun blinks, head tilting upward as she catches the sight of a tall man — hesitant, sheepish, offering up a little bit of assistance as he gestures towards the shopping in her hands. she takes in his appearance, and gets a sense of deja vu, as though she's seen him before, though can't quite place when or where. it's not until he mentions that he also lives in the same apartment building that the pieces slowly click together.

       haeun takes a moment to consider his offer before allowing a small, albeit shy, smile to take over her features. it's only when he offers up his help does she realize just how uncomfortable the bags had been weighing on her hands. she can feel the plastic cutting into her skin, and she gently lifts them up towards him. "thank you so much, that would actually be really great," she says softly, a mix of embarrassment and relief evident in her voice. "i think i bit off a little more than i could chew with packing everything into just a few bags." her orbs flicker to where the tops of some green stems stick out from the bags, and she lets out a sheepish laugh, gently swinging the groceries weighing her left side down. "do you want to split them down the middle? i can carry these two if you don't mind carrying the other ones."

*  #  𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁 ; ahn haeun ( @svvanisms ) .ᐟ‍​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ *   # 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽﹔ the familiar stretch of pavement leading back to the gyeogang street lofts .ᐟ‍​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ .𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊𝐘, washed in muted golds and pale violets as the sun sinks behind the buildings. there’s a bite in the air, the lingering chill of february still settled into the city despite the deceptive warmth of the setting sun. the pavement glows faintly under the fading light, but the cold seeps through his coat, a quiet reminder that winter hasn’t loosened its grip just yet.

taewoo tugs his scarf a little higher as he walks, the fabric brushing against his jaw. he hadn’t planned to be out long—just a quick step away from the quiet of his apartment, an excuse to clear his mind, stretch his legs, before the walls started pressing in. he should’ve known better; hongdae at this hour is still restless, people moving in scattered groups, the air thick with the scent of street food and the faint, distant hum of buskers setting up for the night.

he doesn’t pay much attention to the people around him, at least, not until he notices her.

she’s struggling.

not in an obvious, attention-grabbing way, but in that subtle, familiar way—the weight of her grocery bags pulling awkwardly at her arms, plastic handles digging into skin, fingers shifting, adjusting, failing to find a comfortable grip. taewoo thinks he notices one bag wobbling dangerously close to spilling all it's contents, and with that, his feet slow before he even thinks about it.

there’s a brief hesitation, a flicker of consideration—would she even want the help? would she find it weird? but the way he watches as the scene continues to unfold makes the decision for him. and, his footsteps are quiet against the pavement as he gravitates toward her.

“need a hand?” his voice is even, a little shy, like he’s testing the waters rather than forcing the offer. he doesn’t move too fast, doesn’t step in too close, just tilts his head slightly as if to say, i can take some of that if you want.

a pause. then, almost as an afterthought, he adds, “i live here too.” like that somehow makes the whole thing more normal. “uh—“ he glances back to the entrance of the building he knows as home. “if that’s where you’re headed . . . ”