#Jihyun moodboard

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ʚɞ jihyun ( atriz ) lockscreens !

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in the planet of the bass !!

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thank u for 400 followers 🤓

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀don't want him anyway!

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[xelasrecords]

Jihyun x MC x Jumin OT3 Aesthetic

I originally made this for my ot3 fic The Love We Live For but I like the look of them compiled so here you go

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4minute

07.19.2023

[chibiloona]

『jiGOOK x heartstopper moodboard ˊˎ-

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[xelasrecords]

Loads of computer screens, fancy cars and wood cabins describe Saeyoung perfectly! I always imagine him in either dark possibly roach infested places or comfortable (sometimes flashy) warmth.

I do have private moodboards for Jumin, Harry, and V. And another for Jumin x MC x V as OT3. I don't even base my writing on them—I just like the vibes! I habitually add pins and scroll through them when I'm bored like it's a proper recreational activity.

*The order is Jumin > Harry > V > OT3

That fic moodboard you referred to was originally the photos I found for my header design! I didn't have plans to make one, but I thought it'd be a waste not to post them. I don't usually do fic-specific ones though since I'm more invested in designing the header than compiling the moodboard, but hey let's see.

That playlist ask for Saeyoung got me wondering if you have a pinterest board for him? Or any kind of moodboard?

Ooh good question! I don't think I've ever made a Pinterest board for him, or any sort of moodboard at all. I guess it's not something that occurred to me to do. Though, if I did have one I can imagine it filled with pictures of screens, fancy cars and cosy wood cabins.

I remember you making a moodboard for one of your fics once, not to mention those lovely headers you make. Do you often make moodboard for your characters, or even fic-specific moodboards?

[livingformintyoongi]

🪷 taehyung x idol!reader :p

Behind The Scenes | Kim Taehyung

Author’s note: Hello, dear anon! Thank you so much for inaugurating my little party for the 500 followers ^^ there wasn't much specification so I just wrote this little thing that came to my head with that au, I hope you like both the moodboard and the drabble! If you want to give me your opinion you can send me an ask again! Pairing: Idol!Taehyung x Idol!Reader Word count: 1.3k Warnings/tags: It doesn't really have any, this is very fluffy. Taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @superbbananananana @drpepperobsessed @themwordsblog @taekritimin123 @bluecloudss @yooglefics @tan-veee Dividers by @strangergraphics-archive

Your chest was rising and falling in an agitated rhythm, your in-ear monitors finally turned off completely, and after two long and exhausting hours and a half, you managed to release your microphone, covered in blue and gray glitter –which formed stars of various sizes around it.

It was exactly at this moment, when the lights turned off and the audience screamed their farewell, that you stopped being the famous idol of the group Insomnia and became the young adult named Y/N, someone who definitely hated wearing heels over 10 cm for so many hours, and who wasn’t exactly a fan of wearing such short outfits like the one you were wearing now.

It was right at this moment when you allowed yourself to remind yourself that you weren’t a product, you were a person.

“You were amazing, Y/N! You really shone tonight,” said your manager with a big smile, covering your shoulders with a fleece blanket. Who thought it was a good idea to make you perform outdoors for over two hours, in an outfit that could perfectly be mistaken for a swimsuit, in the middle of autumn? Ridiculous, and your legs were starting to feel the cold seep into them.

You hoped you wouldn’t end up sick after performing three days in a row, wearing that outfit during the cold nights.

“Thanks, Jihyuk-ssi, I’ll try to make tomorrow even better,” you murmured in response. By this point in your career, that phrase was completely rehearsed, you always said the same thing, and he knew it, but he didn’t say anything and just dragged you all over the place with a huge smile on his face.

That was... strange.

“Uhm... Jihyun-ssi, the dressing room is on the other side,” you turned to look over your shoulder, furrowing your brows as you noticed the staff members looking at you with knowing smiles and little chuckles going back and forth.

Were they playing a joke on you?

“I know, Y/N, but we’re not going to the dressing room now,” he chuckled softly, practically dragging you against your will down the hallway.

“Then where are we going? I don’t remember having any commitments,” you tried to turn and dodge him to go back to where you were supposed to be so you could head home soon.

Too bad your manager was much taller and stronger than you.

“Of course you do.”

“With who?” you sighed, looking at him with furrowed brows and pursed lips. You didn’t want more of this for today, at least not wearing something that made your teeth clench because of the cold you felt.

“With me,” said a deep voice behind you, waking all your senses; your skin stood on end, your heartbeat sped up, and your face lit up almost immediately.

Oh, shit, you thought, this must really be a bad joke.

But then you turned around, and there he was, standing in all his glory, holding a large bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands, wearing the same suit he wore on your first date –but a little bigger, obviously.

“Taehyung?” you whispered, your legs now failing from nerves more than the cold. How had you gotten here? Had he been down here all this time? Did he watch your concert? Oh, wasn’t he supposed to be in the military?

He handed the flowers to a staff member who was standing next to him, recording the scene with a silly smile on her face, the kind you get when you see something you truly like, something that makes your heart warm and swell in under a minute. You felt exactly like that, and if it weren’t for the surprise you felt, you would’ve been smiling like that too.

You saw him extend his arms towards you, his square smile and his bright eyes calling you like fire to a moth; and in that same way, you ran to him, throwing yourself into his arms, clinging to his shoulders, hiding your face in his neck, smelling his perfume and that characteristic scent of him. You had forgotten how good it felt to have your boyfriend in your arms, how warm you felt when his arms wrapped around your waist as if his life depended on it, a small reminder of the time you had spent apart, a silent scream that communicated how much you loved and needed each other.

“I can’t believe it…” you clung to his jacket, your knuckles turning a paler shade due to the strength you were using. You wanted to cry, laugh, kiss him –you really wanted to do that last one–, but your body didn’t seem to want to move, at least not for a while.

You felt your head spin when his lips briefly brushed your head. It was only for a few seconds, but each one of them made you melt inside. You didn’t want that moment to ever end.

“God, I missed you so much,” he chuckled softly against your head, rubbing your lower back with his hand. You could feel his nose stop in your hair, gently inhaling your scent. It felt good to know the feeling was mutual.

“W-what are you doing here?” your voice came out a little weaker than you had planned, but it was okay, with him, you could allow yourself to be vulnerable.

“I came to see you, isn’t it obvious?” He pulled back slightly, enough to see your eyes, “I wanted to spend this day with you, since I won’t be able to see you at the end of your tour.”

You bit the inside of your lip, refusing to let a tear fall in such a beautiful moment like this. You had so many things you wanted to say, but none of them seemed enough to cover everything you were feeling.

“Tonight you’re officially all mine,” a playful smile appeared on his lips as one of his hands brushed a rebellious strand of hair from your face. The touch was soft and simple, but it was enough to make your little heart jump in your chest.

“So you’re staying home?” You let out a laugh almost without meaning to, one of those that come out when the situation is so unreal that it’s impossible not to laugh in the moment.

“That’s right... just you and me,” he whispered against your lips, giving a gentle nudge to your nose with his. His sweet and loving smile contagious almost instantly, and you couldn’t help but wish there were a machine that allowed you to teleport so you could take yourself home in the blink of an eye.

“In that case, we better leave now,” you placed a soft kiss against his lips, just a sweet brush that urged you both to make it more personal, more intimate. Though it was going to be complicated with all the people watching you, “I don’t want to waste any more time.”

“As you command, my queen,” he whispered playfully, adjusting you in his arms to carry you like a princess. He gave a glance to the staff member who had been holding the flowers all this time and, almost instantly, placed them in your hands.

You gazed at the flowers in silence, a smile from ear to ear on your face. No one had ever given you such a large bouquet in your life, and no one had ever carried you like this before. You lifted your gaze to see your boyfriend’s perfect profile; he had a smile probably just like yours, his eyes shining so brightly that it was almost impossible not to feel emotional.

He was so in love... with you, just like you were with him.

With that thought in mind, you brought the flowers to your nose, savoring their scent.

The concert hadn’t been as exhausting as you thought it would be.

Bonus! (It's my first time doing this, sorry if it looks bad 😞)

Masterlist.

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＃MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — TALK ME DOWN (JIHYUN (V) X READER).

#. synopsis! — when things feel like they might come undone, jihyun doesn't have to deal with it alone anymore .

#. characters! — jihyun (v).

#. warnings! — vague references to past traumatic events (canon compliant) , non-graphic depictions of trauma responses .

#. word count! — 1.2k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @hhoneypop (moodboards) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

Jihyun craves control in what feels like a necessary manner. He doesn’t like to have things thrust upon him without warning, doesn’t like to be out of the loop. It’s a matter of security, and that's why he scrambles to understand things at their very core. Even when he asks questions more than once, try to give him some leeway. He doesn’t mean to be overbearing or distrustful, —he simply craves details down to the marrow. It’s a tool he’s found that soothes his worries, and it’s a small price to pay for his peace.

“I’m sorry, it doesn’t seem like we have a reservation for that name,” the young woman at the front of the restaurant apologizes.

“Are you certain?” Jihyun asks, —and you can feel his grip tighten on your hand a bit, even as his tone remains incessantly polite. “I booked a table over a month in advance for our anniversary. . .”

She flips through the little booklet on the desk again, pursing her lips before shaking her head.

“I’m not sure what happened, but there’s unfortunately no tables available for this evening,” she replies. “You’re welcome to stay for a bit and see if anyone misses their reservation time, but that’s the best I can do. I’m very sorry.”

“That’s okay,” you assure her.

It’s not like she has anything to do with it. She’s just doing her job, and whatever happened, it likely wasn’t even her mistake to remedy. Moreover, it’s not like this was the end of the world. A block over there was a nice little steakhouse serving roughly similar menu items, and you’d been there on dates with Jihyun before. It might even be nice to go back and spend your second anniversary with him in a more familiar and welcoming place. . . But he felt like his head was swimming by the time he made it back outside.

His grip on your hand was unusually firm, —not painful, but more desperate than it had been a few minutes prior, and you could feel his palm getting clammy. Jihyun had always been a calm and reserved man, the type that took a while to warm up to people. At least, that’s how you’d always known him to be. Jumin told you he was a bit less reticent once upon a time, that he trusted more freely and cared more forwardly. But that was before, and things have clearly changed, and much of that change came at him in a sort of insurmountable way. It wasn’t the kind of thing anyone could prepare for, and bizarreness aside, Jihyun had by no means been afforded all the opportunities to feel safe and secure.

“Hey,” you say softly, looking up at him, “are you alright?”

The breath he utters is shaky at best, and he finds it difficult to meet your eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” he says quickly.

You barely catch the words as they spill past his lips in rapid succession.

He said them like he was sputtering out his final phrase, scared he might not have another chance to express it if he didn’t let it burst forth. 

“Sorry? —For what?” You ask, reaching up to cup his cheek in your free hand. “You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

When he looks at you, it’s like he’s seen a ghost. There’s a distant sense of fear and a few tears welling up, clumping together above his lashes.

“The table, it. . . I. . .” he tries, but the articulation doesn’t come to him.

He’s not sure what to say or how to say it, and he’s terrified of the fact that you’re being so calm, even when he knows he should be thankful for it. A part of him even thinks it might be easier if you just yelled and let him swallow your frustrations like the words he’s choking down. This gentleness is still foreign, even after all this time.

You walk with him a little ways, keeping your fingers laced with his. There’s a small community garden spot where everyone is free to come and admire the flowers, and it serves as an easy way to put some space between yourself and others strolling along the sidewalk.

“Jihyun,” you say, “it’s really okay. I’m sorry the reservation didn’t work out, but we can still have dinner down the block.”

But at this point, it’s less about any steak he’s missing out on and more about the fact that something has gone wrong in the first place. It’s out of his hands now, and he can’t stop thinking long enough to let himself drown in yours.

“I just wanted everything to be perfect,” he replies.

You kiss his frigid knuckles and look at him like he’s the only person in the world.

“I know,” you tell him. “And it might not help to say this, but I think you should know that it’s perfect to me anyway, no matter where we go. As long as I’m with you tonight, we can do anything, go anywhere, —I just love you, and as long as you’re here, I’m happy.”

Jihyun stills, and you can see the cogs turning behind his gaze, processing what you’ve said as if he finds it hard to believe. Sometimes, he forgets that this isn’t conditional. You know certain things linger longer than either of you would like, but it’s not really something he can help. Not right now. Two years doesn’t erase all the time he spent pining for forgiveness from all the wrong people in all the wrong places. Time hasn’t healed his wounds as well as he would have liked. They still pry themselves open and leave bloodtrails in his wake every now and again, and sometimes it gets on you.

He takes a breath and tries again.

“I booked the table,” he says firmly. “I remembered that you said you wanted to give the restaurant a try, but we could never find a good time, and I thought this would be the right occasion.”

You smile, because it’s sweet that he remembered such a small thing. It was a comment made in passing more than anything else, but he still cared enough not only to listen, but to keep it in mind.

“Thank you for trying,” you tell him in earnest. “But we can always book another reservation for another time.”

“It won’t be our anniversary for another year,” he explains.

“No, it won’t,” you agree, “but that’s okay, isn’t it? You brought me roses last month, and there was no special occasion for it.”

Jihyun purses his lips for a moment, then nods. He sees what you’re getting at, even though his disappointment is still palpable.

“You’re right,” he acknowledges.

“And you’re amazing,” you reply, pressing a hand against his warm chest.

He lets out a breath and pulls you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. A wave of relief washes over you upon feeling some of the tension leave his body.

“I’m really sorry,” he says. “Things weren’t supposed to go this way.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” you insist.

“Yeah. . . Maybe. I just feel like it’s my fault,” he answers.

“It’s nobody’s fault,” you mumble, pulling away just enough to cup his cheeks again, hoping he won’t mind the mild shock of your free hand’s chill. “Sometimes things just happen.”

A part of him wants to argue, but he loses that urge the moment you brush your lips against his so tenderly. It’s the kind of softness he craves when he gets a little too wound up, and you can almost feel him melt into your embrace where he stands.

“Happy anniversary, Jihyun.”

He smiles, and it reaches his eyes.

“Happy anniversary, my love.”

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Jihyun moodboard idk

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🖼️ [ Jihyun -> Jaewon ]

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//Posted! I hope you like it!

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