#Huang shan

[mrkerina]

Unspoken vows 𓍼 Park Jisung

— in which an argument left you to discover how much he loves you, through his silent ways.

Pairing — Park Jisung (nct) x fem!reader

Word count — 2841

Content — Who knew paper rings could be so meaningful? Frustration left you crushing the neatly folded paper rings from your boyfriend, only to discover the hidden messages written in them.

M.list + Author’s note — inspired by The Ex Vows by Jessica Joyce didn’t even like the book that much but the paper rings scene stuck with me 😞 also idk if writing in she/her compared to you/your is better or not.

Jisung had never been big on expressing his feelings openly, even with her. He was always the mediator when it came to fights, always being the first one to repent even when she was at fault. Those moments were rare though, with him having a soft spot only for her, he had always soothed her anger before it escalated into an argument between them. Even though he doesn’t blatantly show his feelings, she always understood his quiet affection reserved just for her – the way his eyes always lingered on her as she left the room, a silent yearning in them as if the time they spent together was not enough.

He had always been too shy to voice his affections aloud, only when she forces him to then does he manage to mumble a soft “I love you”, with his cheeks flushing pink at the effort. Her teasing smile after had always been worth it though. That had always been how it was between the two of them, her being the one to cling onto him, sprouting whatever endearments that came to her mind while he quietly savoured them all, warmth spreading throughout his body. He showed his affections in other ways, ways that even she never realised before until a vulnerable midnight talk left him admitting to them, or if she discovers it for herself.

Contrary to popular belief, one thing Jisung was good at was folding paper rings. It all started one mundane valentines day, after the two of you had came back home from your date. With her splayed out on the bed, her head rested on his lap as she scrolled through her social media. His fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they played with her hair, twisting and twirling them around his fingers. “Look at this oh my gosh, this is adorable!” she squealed as she turned over her phone to show him the jar of stars that her friend had posted online, a gift from their boyfriend for valentines day. Jisung squinted at the screen before his eyes flicked downwards to her face, the twinkle in her eyes and the grin on her lips that seemed to light up her entire face. 

“That’s nice,” he replied simply, his lips curving up as he saw the disbelief on her face when she thought that his reaction was too nonchalant. With a pout, she went back to scrolling on her phone at all the valentines day posts, completely oblivious to the boy who had picked up his phone by the bedside table and started to search up origami tutorials.

And that was how it all started, Jisung learning how to fold the world’s most perfect paper rings from any scraps of paper he found, it becoming a habit along the way. He would leave a random paper ring with a note by the kitchen counter sometimes, whenever he had to leave early for work. She cherished every last one of them though, keeping each one stored safely in a glass jar that he had given her after she requested for one. It felt like a silent promise of some sort, like he was signalling to her that she was it for him, in his own little ways, as if one day it wouldn’t be a scrappy paper ring that was being given to her. Her heart filled with joy every time she caught sight of one, a quiet reminder that he did indeed love her.

Maybe that was why everything hurt so much in the first place. Despite all the simple reminders of his affections that he displayed nakedly for her, it was never enough for her as compared to saying the words itself. The doubts crept in whenever her supposed “friends” would point out how clingy she was and how indifferent he was. It was times like this when she needed the confirmation the most when she forgot the bulk of what he did for her, to show how much he did indeed love her. 

Action always seemed louder than words for him, but words were always louder for her. That night, after a hard day at work, it was like an impending storm was raging inside her, threatening to explode. She couldn’t help it, her insecurities were flooding her tenfold, unable to shove the bitterness that coated her tongue to the back of her mind. 

The moment Jisung came home, he noticed the silence in the house. He waited at the door for a beat, waiting for the familiar padding of hastened footsteps that usually came the moment he entered through the door followed by the scent of flowers and daydream. Today, though, the lights were turned off, an ominous air engulfed the place. Panicked, Jisung was quick to take off his shoes and throw his bag to the side, not caring about where it landed. “Y/n? Are you okay? Are you sick or anything?” He called out to her, his heart racing as he turned on the lights to find her on the couch, eyes gleaming with unshed tears. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he worriedly questioned as he rushed to her side, reaching out to cup her cheeks but stopping just before he touched her. “Can I?” he asked, a considerate request yet it seemed to be her undoing.

“Why do you act like we’re strangers, we’ve been dating for years, you can touch me whenever you want to without asking,” she ranted bitterly, tears starting to spill out of her eyes. 

Alarmed, Jisung started to wreck his brain for ways to calm her down but came short. “You know it’s not like that, I just don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable,” he replied.

“That’s the thing! You don’t do anything! Is it so hard to just tell me that you love me once in a while?” she spewed out, her words seeming to come out of her without a thought, even when deep in her heart she knew they weren’t true. Out of everyone she had dated, Jisung was the most affectionate person she ever met, the one who affected her in a way no one else had. Maybe that was why it hurt so much too. “It’s just- It’s just that it comes to other people so easily why can’t it be like that for us too?” she choked on her words.

Jisung’s eyes darkened, eyes narrowing on her, his face a mask of aloofness despite the piercing stab he felt in his chest with every word that left her lips. “You know I do a lot for you, even though I don’t say it,” he simply stated, his chest ached in longing to touch her but he felt that it wasn’t the time. He was too cowardly, afraid that something he did could make the situation worse, too terrified to lose her. 

“Well, maybe it’s not enough,” she murmured angrily, his indifference maddening as she stood up and walked off to their shared bedroom before locking the door shut, not giving him a chance to chase after her. 

Sobs escaped her lips, tears moistening her cheeks and sleeves as she tried desperately to wipe them away, to seem stronger than she felt. She sat next to their bed, pulling her knees to her chest as she leant back against the bed frame. She knew she was being unreasonable but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The heaviness in her heart, and the ill thoughts whirling through her mind. It all felt suffocating, like the room was closing in on her and leaving her to desperately scurry for air.

Needing something to vent her numbing disappointment on, she grasped the jar by the bedside table, turning the cap open and pouring the contents out onto the floor. Seeing the number of paper rings he folded spilled out onto the floor barely gave her much satisfaction, just another reminder of another method he used to not speak the words. Frustratingly, she took one of the less sturdy paper rings – one that was done using a gum wrapper – before crushing it in her hands and letting it fall. The shape ruined and the wrapper slightly teared. However, despite her tears blurring her vision, she took notice of the tips of letters being written on the folded piece of wrapper as it unfolded slightly from her damage. Her curiosity piqued, she took hold of the ring again, now carefully unfolding the wrapper to find writings inside.

46. Because you’re so hardworking.

47. Because you always come running out to hug me the moment I step through the door after a long day at work, and that is the best part of my every day.

48. Because you secretly love it when I play with your hair.

Perplexed, she started unfolding every single one of the paper rings he had given her, to find writings inside each one. She placed them all in chronological order, her hands moving in a frenzy as she tried to uncover whatever he was doing or trying to say.

61. Because you always cook dinner for me.

62. Because you are so beautiful, I can’t breathe when I look at you sometimes.

63. Because you tolerate me and my difficulties with expressing my feelings.

55. Because of the way you look at me like I hold up the moon and the stars, god I wish you will always look at me like that.

56. Because you sing in the shower (you sound bad but it’s adorable).

57. Because you would do anything for me too.

Tears flowed, but for a different reason now. Each sentence clearly written with those three unspoken words meant to be at the start. She let out a ridicule laugh, of course even when he was saying so much through each sentence he still doesn’t say the words – but that seemed so redundant now as she read each reason why he loved her so much. Each declaration filled with a sense of devotion that he felt towards her, a kind of loving warmth that tingled through her bones. And then there were those that sounded more solemn, like it was written after a fight the two of them had.

78. Even though we argue sometimes.

79. Even though I can’t ever seem to give you everything you want.

80. Even though I can’t seem to tell you that I love you when you need to hear it most.

81. Even though those three words can’t seem to encapsulate the overwhelming feelings I have for you.

82. Even though you’re angry at me but all I can think about is how cute you look with your eyebrows furrowed and how much I want to touch you when you’re mad.

83. Even when I can’t seem to bring myself to touch you when you’re mad because I am so cowardly and afraid to lose you, as if you are some fragile thing when you are the strongest person I know.

Her heart ached painfully, she could feel the longing that weaved together with his words. It was then when she did understand something, that he would always love her through thick and thin. No matter the occasion, he had always loved her. That was why the paper rings never came in any significant dates, just random days of the year. Each one of them to secretly remind her of how much he did in fact love her, at any point of time in his life. She lets out a laugh, of course he was saying his affections quietly, without her knowing. All the words left in plain sight for her to read but she simply didn’t know. And he is right, the fact that he spent the effort to do all this, with his actions and scribing out every word explaining his feelings just because he knew how much she loved when the words were spoken as a confirmation, he has done so much for her, she couldn’t even begin to list down what. He was always someone who spoke through his actions but he took the effort to write out the words just for her.

With a new sense of conviction and an overwhelming sense of guilt, she stood back up on her feet, the paper rings all no longer in shape. She strided to the door, ready to go out and apologise to him before he has a chance to take all the blame for himself. She flung the door open, only to be greeted by Jisung standing there. A tray of food on one hand while his other was held up mid-air like he was just about to knock. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, his hair tousled like he had raked his fingers through the strands repeatedly in distress. 

“What are you doing?” She said, even though she very much knew what exactly he was doing. Repenting. Again, for something that wasn’t his wrongdoing. Her eyes caught sight of the paper ring rested by the side of the cutlery, folded using a napkin meant for wiping her mouth. She immediately reached forward, taking it into her hand and unfolding it. Jisung flinched from her sudden eagerness, a pink flush creeping up his neck as he watched her unfold the ring.

98. Because you’re the kindest person I’ve ever met even when your friends aren’t the best influence. (no shade)

99. Even though I can’t seem to treat you the way you deserve.

100. Because I love you. I love you so fucking much it kills me on the inside. Because if you ever decide to leave me, my heart would leave with you, because it belongs to you, it always has.

The tears were streaming down her cheeks by now, full blown sobs escaped her lips. She leaped forward and swung her arms around him, unable to keep from being apart anymore. “Woah wait the food,” he said anxiously as he stabilised his other hand holding the tray, while his other arm came to circle around her waist. “What’s wrong? Did I do something again? I’m sorry I knew it was too much I shouldn’t have done that. It’s just reasons why I love you, I’m sorry I don’t say it enough. Actually, all the paper rings are all-” his rambling got cut off by a quick kiss on his lips. Her salty tears touching his lips, making his chest tighten. He never wanted to hurt her, never. Watching her in this state is more than he could ever take.

“I know you dummy, you stupid dummy. But you’re my dummy,” she scolded as she punched his chest with each word. His gaze eventually landing on the unfolded paper rings on the floor of their room, and understanding dawned on him. “Yeah I just found out when I was crushing one of them,” she mumbled against his shirt that was now wet from her tears. “Why did you not tell me?” 

Jisung softened, pushing her slightly to enter the room and placing the tray of food down by the bedside table before sitting down on the bed and placing her on his lap. “I was just about to, you were suppose to eat then use the napkin you know for the grand reveal,” a boyish smile tugged at his lip as he spoke, his thumbs gently wiping away her tears. “I just didn’t know how else to tell you, everytime I want to say it, it feels like my there is a lump in my throat and I don’t know how to explain it. I love you was never enough to describe what I felt for you and I just struggled with saying it. But if you want to I will try to say it more, if it makes you feel better,” he babbled, his eyes anxiously gazing into hers, carefully analyzing her expression.

“Well for one, I don’t ever want to make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with. And you’re right, this is way more meaningful and the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,” her voice softened, fingers rearranging and tidying his messy hair. “I’m sorry, I overreacted, I know you do everything for me. I was being unreasonable and I let my insecurities and other people’s words get to me, even when deep inside I know you always did have your own ways in showing that you love me. And for that, I love you. I love you so much sometimes it feels so suffocating,” she finished. 

In the quiet room, the two discovered that there was more to simply saying that they love each other. Jisung’s breaths were ragged as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, then to the tip of her nose, then to each eyelid and cheek, before his soft lips met hers. “I love you,” he murmured, with his eyes sparkling like stars in the vast night sky.

[phatkochi]

Sillay Chinatown Wars stuff

Probably doesn't make much sense out of context but it's based after the Dragon Haul Z mission

Put the comic last cause womp womp

[baoshan-sanren]

[electricsoul-rpg]

HUANG MENGYING (黄梦莹) / MAGGIE HUANG

as Aisin-Gioro Ulan Shan, Princess Heshou

Heroes 天行健 (2024)

[heymeowmao]

音乐缘计划 | Music Fate Plan Guests x Xiao Gui - Sweater

[suwuminshan]

Huang Youming Douyin update 20230531

[naughtynanzhu]

the 12 xhs

[danmeigirl]

[tiredflowercrown]

sharp like a knife (under the table)

I'll reblog some information in a second. It has been much too long since she's been spoken about. And it certainly wasn't like this.

It was common knowledge in Lanying’s family that the Huns had a spy. There was simply too much that they knew, too many weaknesses they had perfectly hurt.

The issue then became where was the spy now. Her mother doubted the spy had been caught and taken to the Isle with the rest of the Huns, what's the point of a spy if they are stuck with the same information as everyone else. But then where did they go? What information are they storing, waiting for the return of their people?

She pushed the thoughts out of her head. There wasn’t any room for distraction, not when she was visiting the Isle.

Lanying had been called in for an assessment of what Mal had called the Crimson Army which was essentially an alliance between the Huns and the Queen of Hearts. A most dangerous alliance. Ben would’ve preferred her brother but considering Xiaobo was gathering intelligence through the veneer of a tour that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

“Lonnie. I know you went to the Isle before to get Ben back, but this is gonna be different. We are dealing with the people no one wants to anger on the Isle.”

“I get it Mal. I’m gonna be fine. I know how to handle tough people.”

Mal stared at her, long and hard, analyzing whether she had made the right choice trusting her. That choice was still unknown. But the Empire needed to know if they were still a threat.

Mal guided them through the street, taking the to a run down building with all sorts of symbols drawn or etched into the walls. A neutral meeting place if she had to guess. Walking through the halls it was clear this place had seen a few fights, deep scratches in the walls and barely patched holes. Mal stopped in front of a door, giving both her and Ben a stern look, as if reminding them what they needed to know.

Lonnie didn’t need the reminder.

Inside was a long meeting table, scratches and stab wounds covering the wood, and a lone girl sitting at the head, waiting for them. She was short, long black hair pulled slightly back, chinese descent, with a scar maring down her left cheek. It was bold for her to be alone, showed confidence, she knew she wouldn’t be touched. Or perhaps she wasn’t alone. Glancing up, Lanying saw a figure in the rafters, barely visible, only a dash of crimson could be seen in the dim lighting.

“I see the little snake has deigned herself worthy of stepping back on the Isle. And to set up a meeting with me. What do you want with the army?”

“Always a pleasure, Huang. Straight to business as usual.”

“I have an army to help run. I don’t need to sit and chat about irrelevant nonsense.”

She was remaining strong, knowing the importance of being here. Otherwise she would have sent someone else in her stead. Interesting.

“I’m sure you know who King Ben is but let me introduce you to Lonnie Li. Mulan’s–”

“What’s your real name, little Li”

“Li Lanying,” She studied the face of the other, determining her position. “General.”

Mal glanced at her, unaware that she had any other name. Foolish of her really.

Huang hummed, before gesturing for them to continue.

“As you may know, we are getting people off the Isle. Did you have anyone you wanted to send?”

“It’s a package deal. All or none of us. We aren’t that foolish.”

“So this meeting was useless.”

“I’m not sure what you were expecting. You already knew what my answer was going to be.”

“Well thanks for wasting our time.” Mal threw the door open and rushed out of the room, Ben quickly following after her.

“There’s the Mal I’m familiar with. I hope this was informative to you, Lanying.”

“It was. It certainly was, Huang.” She let her mask drop, not being Auradon’s Lonnie for a second, but being her parents' child. The warrior she was raised to be.

Turning, Lanying left the room, but not far. The rafter hider was sure to come down once she left. And right she was.

“She was doing threat assessment.”

“I wonder what she found. Stick to the shadows Anhe, we don’t need the Facliler’s getting the wrong idea about their ‘Lilianne’.”

“I’ll see them leave. No use wasting such an opportunity. I’ll see you at home to debrief. Baba will need to hear about this.”

Lonnie quickly left, moving silently as she was taught many years ago. No need to get caught after finding out as much as she did. Meeting back up with the couple at the door, Ben was calming Mal down.

“She was rilling you up on purpose, don’t let it get to you, Mal.”

“She’s just a bitch. Why would she agree when she hates wasting time? It doesn’t make sense. Smug little bitch thinks shes everything because she runs the biggest force on the Isle.”

Maybe because she did get something out of the meeting. Information about the King and how Auradon is run.

“She’s Shan Yu’s daughter. She didn’t even earn her position, just inherited it from dear old daddy. Whatever lets just go, you two.”

Lanying doubted that Huang didn’t earn it. Nothing was given for free, certainly not military titles. She mulled over the information she had gotten as they made their way back to the car. It was only as she was getting in did she see a flash of crimson along a rooftop.

Shan Anhe was certainly good at her job.

[mrkerina]

Sweet narcissism 𓍼 Na Jaemin

— (idol au) in which he makes another photo exhibition but this time, it’s dedicated to you.

Pairing — Na Jaemin (nct) x fem!reader

Word count — 2316

Content — you were never one to take photos of yourself so Jaemin did it all for you. He loves it, candid or not, he thought that you looked ethereal and wanted to show it off to the whole world.

M.list + Author’s note — yums this random idea popped into my head right when I was struggling to think of a plot! Though, I'm not sure if the execution is satisfactory, but anyways happy reading!

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na.jaemin0813 Exhibition 2: sweet narcissism out on 12/10 — “Pictures from me, of you.”

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jaenthusiast no bc wtf is this HARD ass launch? I’ve never seen anything like it

dongyuckss @jaenthusiast no fr like he came out of nowhere and decided to tell the world about his girl 😭 such a jaemin thing to do though

lomljaem what about me?? I’m unstanning 💀

jaenthusiast @lomljaem fam as if you had a chance in the first place, good riddance.

sungcultt I just know he treats her so right I can’t wait to see his descriptions to her pictures omg

Throughout the course of your friendship and later, relationship, Jaemin had always been the one who was there by your side. Whether it is snapping pictures of you, or simply basking in your presence, he was simply, undoubtedly, all-consumingly, in love with you.

From the slight crinkling of your eyes when you smile to the way your eyes seemed to sparkle in the light when you got excited, it was all the little things that made Jaemin fall for you, and hard. His hands always itches when he is with you, the urge to simply capture your beauty and turn the memory of you into something tangible — a photograph.

And that was the whole reason why it had even started, from the beginning when you told him that you didn’t really like to be in the camera in all the glitz and glamour. It seemed ironic that you ended up dating him, an idol, whose job is to be in front of a camera day in and day out.

However, in all of fate’s unpredictable and sly ways, you two eventually did fall for each other. With Jaemin capturing every essence of your dynamic, from when you first met to where you two were now.

Despite your incessant whining and excessive shyness whenever he held out a camera and signaled for you to pose, you still continued complying to his demands. A timid, small smile with your middle and index finger raised. It was basic, but you didn’t know anything else. Yet, no matter what, Jaemin still admires the picture with a lovesick grin after, claiming that you looked so “out of this world” to him.

Unknowingly, it progressed into an obsessive habit for him, or hobby. Wherever the two of you went, he’d always have something in hand to take pictures of you, albeit his phone or a full-blown professional camera. It gradually became his thing, snapping a picture whenever his hands were itching for it, candid or not, it was always perfect in his eyes, simply because it was you.

In all honesty, every single photo was equally treasured by the boy. The more he took, the greedier he got. It felt like such a pressing need to snap shots of you, it was one of the ways he showed his affection. And amidst all that, he grew the desire to show it all off to the world — the girl who belonged to him. After tireless fights and arguments with his company, they finally gave in.

That’s how the second part of his photo exhibition came about, “sweet narcissism” as he would call it.

“Seriously Jaem, you didn’t have to do so much for me just for my birthday, it’s literally still a whole month away,” you spoke as you let him lead the way with a blindfold shielding your vision. “Where are we even going anyways?”

A chuckle slipped past his lips, hushing you whilst his hand gently rested on the curve of your back, guiding you to enter the exhibit. The cool breeze of the air conditioner was the first thing you felt when you stepped in, followed by the muffled footsteps of Jaemin scrambling around. 

“You aren’t selling me to someone are you?” You joked as you stood there, self-conscious until a crisp, mechanical “click” sounded. The sound you were all too familiar with. “Are you seriously taking a picture of me right now? With a blindfold? That’s kinda kinky,” you exasperated. 

“You just look too cute you know,” he answered, a lightness to his tone. “Are you ready? You are going to be shocked, surprised, mind-blown, lost for words and-” he got cut off by your low grumble, hurrying him to just go along with it. “You’re no fun,” he sulked as he undid the knot of the blindfold.

You blinked your eyes, adjusting to the glaring lights that seemed to become brighter from being reflected by the pale white walls. Running a hand through your hair to tidy it up, you squint your eyes as you tried to figure out what was going on. He grasped your wrist, extending your palm out before placing an audio device in your hand with a set of earpieces attached to it. 

The moment it hit you, your shock was palpable, eyes trailing over the entire space in pure wonder. Your hand squeezing the device, a quiet excitement consumed you as you walked closer to look at the pictures hung on the walls and frames sprawled out neatly on the table. “I didn’t know you took this many pictures of me,” you mused, hand grazing the corner of the frame delicately. 

“Here you should listen to the audio while you look,” he stepped forward, untangling the earpiece. His finger gently tucking your hair behind your ear before placing the earpiece into your ear. A small dash of pink tinted your ears, lips curving up in appreciation.

Jaemin had a soft smile plastered on his face as he quietly watched you by the side, following you in anticipation of your reaction. “I like taking pictures of you, you’re really pretty,” he murmured before pointing towards one of the pictures as if to prove his point. “Look, you’re so carefree and smiley that it makes you look alluring,” he referred to one of the many candid shots.

“You’re exaggerating,” you dismissed as you continued to admire his work while listening to his deep, smooth voice that seemed to engulf all your senses – seeing and hearing everything from his perspective. He definitely had a knack at it, each picture felt like it had a purpose, filled with an overwhelming affection he had for you. Each picture held a story, the short descriptions earnestly spoken through the device, all carefully thought out by the boy. 

“Ohh that one is one of my favourites,” your boyfriend grinned, gesturing to the next picture as you continued on. This one felt more intimate, your hair slightly messy, your tongue stuck out slightly and your brows furrowed in concentration while your hands gripped the pan. One of the rare occasions that you cooked a meal for him. Your eyes trailed over to the details, your heart warming as you listened to the audio that came along with it, a tender smile growing on your face.

Number 12. I remember watching you take care of me after a hard day at work and thinking “wow I’m so lucky to have her as a friend.” And now here you are, as someone more than that.

In another one, you appeared to be looking down at your feet dipped into the water at the beach, a contented look plastered on your face. Behind you, the sun had begun to set and it seemed like he took this secretly, a fair distance away from where you were standing, basking in the serene atmosphere.

Number 16. On one of my rare days off, I took you to the beach, and the way your face lit up with excitement was everything. That smile never faded, not for a second, and in that moment, I made a quiet promise to myself — to do whatever it takes to keep that beautiful smile shining, always.

“I spent a lot of time thinking about what I should say for the descriptions, I just wanted to capture the way I see you, from my point of view,” he explained, a thoughtful expression on his face. You turned around, walking closer to him before wrapping your arms around his waist. Jaemin felt like he couldn’t breathe from the way you looked at him, like he was holding up the moon and stars, your expression brimming with affection and warmth that made his heart full. 

“It’s perfect,” you muttered reassuringly, a shy, thankful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I love you, a lot. I don’t think anyone has done this much for me before, just for my birthday,” you spoke pensively. 

A hint of smugness washed over his face which made you roll your eyes, a light giggle escaping your lips. “I love you more,” he paused, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards another room. “Anyways, there’s more. This one is a video, this one is just for you and not part of the exhibition which by the way I have to talk about it to you later,” he mumbled the last bit, “okay but first! Sit down and watch this amazing video I’ve put together.”

You sat down compliantly on one of the beanbags while Jaemin walked around to set it up. The longer you waited, the more impatient you got, anticipation bubbling in you for what was to come. The first thing shown on screen was Jaemin sitting in front of the camera with a wide beam plastered across his lips.

“Hello! Haha wait this is kinda awkward,” he scratched the back of his neck, “this video is just a collation of moments we’ve had together. I just wanted you to know that no matter how busy I get with my career, you’re always the one that I’m constantly thinking about. I guess this video is kind of for me to watch whenever I miss you while I’m on tour. Hehe anyways, I hope you enjoy and remember, I’ll always love you, my love.”

The first scene was one of the first few times you two met-up, right after Jaemin had gotten to know that you didn’t really take much pictures. He had grabbed his phone out just to tease you, recording a video with you whining throughout asking him to stop, though not quite convincingly enough. The video slowly progressed from when you two were friends till when you two started dating, every intimate moment captured and compiled into one. 

In another scene, your head was resting on his lap, his fingers that had previously been playing with your hair coming to a halt as he grasped the camera, angling it towards you. Your hair sprawled out across the span of his lap, eyes concentrating on the video you were watching on your phone. 

“No seriously, there was literally no reason for you to do that, why did you do that? Like um now the whole world is going to be fantasising over your abs, I mean at least I’m not alone at it but still imagine- hey are you recording me right now?” you paused your rant, glancing up at him only to see his camera being directly above your face. “Were you even listening?” you glared towards the lens. 

“Mhmm, all I hear is my baby being jealous,” he hummed, chuckling as he watched you sulk, stretching out a hand to cover the camera. “Hey, I was recording for future uses,” he frowned.

And the video ended with that. A sheen of moisture filled your eyes, blinking it back to not let a tear slip out. Jaemin came to your side, pulling you towards him, your head resting on his chest as he leaned back against the wall. He tenderly stroked your hair, fingers running through the strands. “So what do you think?” He queried, smiling down towards you which you reciprocated as you looked back up.

“I love it, the whole exhibition is perfect, impeccable, unmeasurable. It’s like the one you did for the dreamies,” you complimented. Realisation dawned as soon as you said that statement and saw the guilty look on his face. You raised an eyebrow at him, “wait…this is exactly like the one you did for the dreamies. You’re going to open it to the public aren’t you?”

It took a moment before he slowly nodded, a slight timidness washing over him. “I already did everything, it’s mostly for you, showing you off to the public is just a bonus. But that’s only if you are comfortable with it of course, I know you told me before when I casually bring it up as an idea that you wouldn’t mind but I’m asking for real this time,” he tilted his head as his eyes narrowed in on you, to show his seriousness this time. “If you aren’t comfortable with it, it’s really okay. I already showed it all to you and I think that’s enough for me.”

“I don’t mind, I trust you,” you replied simply, hand grasping his as you drew soothing circles on the back of his palm subconsciously. “Would your fans come and harass me though? That’s a really hard launch I can’t lie,” you chuckled. 

“I won’t let anyone touch you, and my company is making sure that nothing happens. Sorry, I’m just greedy to show you off to everyone. Also, did I mention that I’m planning to open it on your birthday, that’s why I’m showing it to you now so that I can get your consent, but seriously, if you don’t want to face all that you don’t have to-” he rambled, an overwhelming sense of pride and endearment made you lift your head up from his lap and give him a quick peck on his lips, cutting him off. “Oh,” his brain malfunctioned as he lost his train of thoughts, not expecting the kiss, though it lasted only for a fleeting moment.

“I told you, I trust you and I really don’t mind. I know it’s your hobby and I know you have an obsession with photos of me,” you reassured, a tinge of slyness to your voice. “I’m only comfortable when it’s you who is taking pictures of me so feel free to continue taking more alright, Jaem?”

He finally got pulled out of his stupor, a shit-eating grin taking over his lips once he processed the green light that you were handing over to him on a silver platter. “Of course. It is my pleasure to be your personal photographer, love.”

[phatkochi]

Ik it's a little bit too early but!!! Art for @jesse-png 's #grandtheftspooks event!!!

Had so much fun drawing this 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🎃💗

[leavethemtorot]

The Crimson Army

Leader: Shan Huang

First Commander: Rosa Hearts

Known Assorted Members: Hou Jia, Zhu Rong, Vladivoj Hearts, Jared Hearts, Kazimíra Hearts, Mečislav(a) Hearts

The Crimson Army runs all the territory that the Huns and the Queen of Hearts live in.

Not much is known about the Crimson Army’s inner workings or members, with the only known members being the Heart Siblings or messengers. It is safe to assume that all Huns are associated with the gang. They most likely have the most members of any of the gangs, making their neutrality incredibly valuable amongst other gangs.

Do Not Interfere. The Crimson Army is content to rule their own and will not participate in any gang disputes unless provoked.

[electricsoul-rpg]

HUANG MENGYING (黄梦莹) / MAGGIE HUANG

as Aisin-Gioro Ulan Shan, Princess Heshou

Heroes 天行健 (2024)

[kdram-chjh]

Cdrama: Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Red-Moon Pact (2024)

Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Red-Moon Pact: Fox story 狐妖小红娘月红篇 | stay tuned | Trailer 预告 | iQIYI

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iw-xFlwX4mM

[chineseredcarpet]

Chen Xinwei shares snaps from the 36th China Golden Rooster Awards with Huang Xiyan, Shan Jingyao, Darren Chen, Zhang Miaoyi & more

[binging-asian-dramas]

The Brightest Star in the Sky 9

Story: 8

Acting: 10

Chemistry: 10 👌

Comparable to: Sh**ting Stars (kdrama); Tsumari Suki tte iitai n Dakedo (jdrama)

Is it predictable yes. Is it a cheesy cliche drama, double yes. If you love a good idol love/hate story with beautiful music that is highly well written this is your drama. Yes it won’t be for everyone, but I throughly love it. It’s more or less a switch your brain off drama and sit back relax and enjoy the romcom. The main leads have amazing chemistry together. In fact I wished they had more romantic scenes together. It’s a slow burn romance with a lot of episodes (44). The female lead character is also written in a little naively thick (meaning she doesn’t realize her own feelings nor his ugh so it does get to be a tad bit frustrating at times). Nevertheless the OST is beautiful and overall a great drama to watch.