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wonboni · 2 days ago
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ོ˚•『 SEASONS ┆L.HS
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『•˙synopsis: dating probably the most handsome man came with some obstacles here in there, insecurity being one of them.
『∙˙pairing: non idol! lee heeseung x insecure! fem reader
『•˙genre: fluff,a bit of angst,comfort,happy ending
『•˙warnings: mentions of a pet name’s, insecurities mentioned,
『•˙word count: 1.1k
『•˙note: y’all sum bout heeseung
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You never thought you’d be here—sitting on the couch in your living room, feet tucked under a blanket, your head resting on his shoulder. The man beside you, Lee Heeseung, is, without a doubt, the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. He’s not a celebrity, not an idol (thankfully, you think), but there’s something about him—his smile, his eyes, his laugh—that has you feeling like the luckiest person in the world.
But sometimes, the world around him makes you feel… small. Heeseung had always been naturally charismatic, with the kind of looks that could turn heads wherever he went. And you? Well, you were just you. No matter how much you tried to convince yourself it didn’t matter, there were days when the insecurity crept in, like a heavy cloud threatening to dampen everything.
"You're just so… perfect," you whispered one evening, your voice tinged with doubt. Heeseung was sitting next to you, scrolling through his phone, likely reading the thousands of messages and comments that fans left for him every day. They loved him—adored him. And sometimes, when you saw how easily they showered him with praise, you couldn’t help but wonder how he’d even look at you.
His fingers stopped scrolling, and his gaze immediately landed on you, sensing the tone in your voice. "What do you mean, baby?" He had that soft way of calling you "baby" that always made your heart flutter. But tonight, it didn’t feel as reassuring as it usually did. It felt heavy, the uncertainty gnawing at you.
You shrugged, trying to shake off the thoughts but failing miserably. "I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like I’m not enough. I mean… you’re so, well, perfect and I’m just… me."
Heeseung tilted his head, a little confused, but his expression quickly softened with understanding. He placed his phone down, focusing entirely on you. "Babe," he said, his voice steady, as though trying to anchor you in this moment, "you’re more than enough. You’re more than everything I could ever ask for."
But your insecurities were stubborn. "But Heeseung, look at you. You’re always getting attention. People love you, admire you, and I’m just…" You paused, unsure how to even finish the sentence.
Heeseung gently cupped your face, lifting your chin so that your eyes met his. His gaze was warm, sincere, and there was an undeniable tenderness in the way he looked at you, as though you were the most precious thing in his life. "And that’s why I love you. Because you don’t need to be anything other than you." His thumb brushed across your cheek. "I’m not perfect, and neither are you. But together, we make something pretty damn special."
"But… it’s hard," you admitted quietly, feeling the weight of the comparison you couldn’t shake. "Sometimes, I just feel like I’m not worthy of you."
Heeseung let out a soft sigh, pulling you closer so that you were nestled against his chest. "Listen to me, my little marshmallow," he said, and you couldn't help but smile at the ridiculous pet name, but it warmed your heart. "You are more than enough for me. You’re perfect the way you are, and that’s exactly why I’m here with you. Not because of some image the world has of me, but because I see you—and I love every little thing about you."
You shifted slightly, still feeling unsure, but the weight of his words was beginning to lift the burden you carried. Heeseung always had a way of making things feel lighter, even when they were heavy.
"You're the one who makes my world brighter," he continued, his voice softer now, but still full of conviction. "I’m with you because you make me happy. Not because of your looks, or your achievements, or anything like that. I’m with you because you are you—and that's everything to me."
You leaned into him, the warmth of his embrace feeling like a safe space from the whirlwind of insecurities in your mind. "But I’m not perfect," you murmured, the words slipping out before you could stop them.
Heeseung chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Of course, you’re not perfect. But neither am I. And you know what? I’m perfectly fine with that. I love you for your quirks, for your flaws, for your silly little habits. I love the way you laugh, the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking. I love everything about you, even when you’re being your clumsy little self."
You couldn’t help but smile, feeling the warmth of his affection sink into your chest. Heeseung always knew how to make you feel like you were the most important person in the room. "Clumsy little self, huh?" you teased, nudging him playfully.
He grinned, his eyes lighting up with that familiar mischief. "Yep. And I love that about you. You’re my perfect mess."
You laughed, a genuine sound that felt so freeing. And for the first time in a while, you realized how true his words were. You didn’t need to be perfect to be loved. In Heeseung’s eyes, you were already everything he could ever want.
The next few weeks were a journey, but Heeseung remained by your side, constantly reassuring you of his love. He would send you sweet texts, always ending with little pet names like cutie-pie, sugarplum, and baby bear. The way he would call you those silly names, teasing you playfully but always with so much affection, made you feel cherished in a way you hadn’t realized you needed.
One evening, after a long day, you found yourself in his arms again, the warmth of his presence washing over you. "Heeseung," you whispered, "do you really think I’m perfect?"
He smiled down at you, his fingers gently combing through your hair. "I don’t need you to be perfect. I just need you to be you. And that’s more than enough."
And in that moment, wrapped in his arms, you realized just how true those words were. In Heeseung’s eyes, you didn’t need to change anything. You were already perfect to him—imperfectly perfect, and that was all that mattered.
From that day forward, you still had moments of doubt, moments when insecurity tried to sneak in. But Heeseung was always there, reminding you with his soft words and affection that you were enough. And in his love, you found the confidence to believe it yourself.
In the end, it wasn’t about being perfect—it was about being loved just as you were. And that love, in all its imperfect, beautiful, and warm glory, was enough to fill your heart with happiness every single day.
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illmoka · 6 months ago
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devdas5z · 1 month ago
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tamtamgirl · 20 days ago
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YEJI & YUNA
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winterfea · 9 months ago
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📜 a runaway under the sky that looks like it might fall ...
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chaewno · 3 months ago
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talkingsaxy · 1 month ago
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yerisitos · 10 months ago
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topconfessions · 17 days ago
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They are spreading that he took the role in Squid Game cuz he's broke (listen, he might spend a lot but dude's not starving or full of debt like they be implying) and wants his fame back so bad that he offered to work for free (which he didn't lmao he got paid well for 6 episodes out of 7), that he went to jail for the weed thing, that he didn't get a script for Squid Game (which started as a fandom joke amongst TOP fans but these dumbasses took it as absolute truth and ran with it)...Essentially they are projecting Thanos backstory into the real guy, which is not cool.
(They are also making sad sob edits of that video of him leaving the hospital and being hounded by reporters after his attempt)
Girl.....what the FUCK
I don't even know what to say.....
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But tbh, don't hate me but aside from the weed jail thing (which is total BS and wrong! Seo hee did the jail time not top!) Needing money is plausible. Needing his fame back is messy. He was established in the art industry for a while but also..
THIS IS WHAT WE MEANT BY NOT WANTING TOP TO GET TOP INVOLVED AND OBSESSED OVER THE SPACE X PROJECT! He had his heart set on that trip to space (that seemed illogical and unrealistic as hell anyway) and was so convinced he was going to the moon with other losers (minus steven aoki, cause aoki is never a loser) that he became narrow minded about it. To the point where that's ALL he talked about and focused on.
He was given a lot of promises and verbal confirmations but nothing concrete. Squid Game really saved his ass to be honest. Idc who I offend with saying this.... but had he never gotten that show, he would've been SOL and had egg on his face even more than he already did when it was announced space x wasnt happening.
Tbh I'm going to chalk all these rumors and draggings of him up to that. He fucked himself over by not actually behaving like an adult and balancing his interest / hopes out for that project with the wine business, music, or art. Anything else. I don't even remember the last time he had that much passion for music. Last time I personally remember him being so passionate about something was the Tazza movie when he was basically professing he was going to be an actor and we all expected him to leave big bang right then.
He didn't stick it out like everyone projected and it slowly fizzeled out. He's not consistent and tends to get obsessed over one interest in an extreme manner, ignoring and negelecting his other talents and responsibilities. I hate this for him cause when he applies himself he can be really productive and make great music. Great stuff in general.
This is why I always theorized along with a few others back in the day that he was on the spectrum like high functioning. But thats out of the window. He just does this on purpose I believe. Idk.
The newbies need to stop stiring the pot and starting drama but the woe is me edits is overboard. Top came out of the hospital after he supposedly had a melt down after the whole seo hee ordeal and his rep / image going down the toliet. He had some past rumored mental health issues but thats just general shit. A lot of idols have had it worse than him and pulled themselves together better.
Long story short - I don't think he should've taken this project and he's elevated the show for better and worse. Because of the timeline, his lack of steady and structured employment / projects, him lacking a solid respectable image with neing productive at something (the wine is whatever, lets be honest) and the very slapped together details of the role, its prompted people to treat him this way. Top and his fans need to understand that you represent the integrity and legitimacy of a role and show when you sign on for it. Him being okay with this role and the way it is, as well as the vague way he got the role just makes it all weird tbh.
The director thinks the public are idiots if he really going to say he wrote this character on his own will but its screaming top inside & out. Like just take it on the chin and say I wanted him in the show so I allowed to come and be himself. Simple.
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kimsirinapa · 2 years ago
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wonboni · 1 day ago
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CUPID➶ Y.JUNGWON
∝cupid is so dumb
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『•˙synopsis: even after endless of hints your best friend still can’t seem to know that you like him.
『∙˙pairing: bsf! Yang jungwon x fem reader
『•˙genre: fluff,crack,best friends to lovers,a tiny bit of angst
『•˙word count: 1.3k
『•˙warnings: jungwon is clueless,reader is kinda hurt
『•˙note: jungwon is so cute in these pics
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It’s a familiar kind of agony. A slow, sweet kind of pain that begins in your chest, spreads up your throat, and lodges itself in your head like an annoying song on repeat. You, of course, know exactly what’s going on. You’ve known for months, maybe longer, and yet—despite the loud, blaring signals you've been sending—you’re still stuck in this strange, frustrating limbo.
You’re in love with your best friend, Yang Jungwon. But the worst part? He’s completely and utterly clueless.
It all started innocently enough. The two of you were just two souls thrown together by fate, surviving high school with nothing but each other. Your days were spent with inside jokes, shared glances, and too many hours of studying together. But somewhere between laughing over silly memes and walking home from school, you started noticing little things. The way Jungwon smiled at you, the way his eyes lit up whenever you spoke, the way his voice always softened when he called your name.
And that was when you knew. You were in love with him.
But there was one big problem. Jungwon, your oblivious, socially dense best friend, had absolutely no idea.
At first, you tried to convince yourself that he might just be shy. Maybe he was waiting for you to make the first move. So, you dropped hints—big ones, small ones, subtle ones, and blatant ones—but it was as though you were speaking in a language he couldn’t understand.
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It was a typical afternoon when the latest disaster occurred. You and Jungwon were sitting in your favorite spot at the local café, slouched over a pair of textbooks. You weren’t really studying, though; you were too busy focusing on the way his fingers absentmindedly tapped the table, how his messy hair framed his face perfectly, and how his lips... Oh, his lips.
You couldn’t help but stare. Maybe you could’ve sworn you were being subtle about it, but honestly, your heart was in your throat, and your stomach was doing flips.
"Hey," you said, your voice slightly wobbly. "Do you think we’d look good together?" You immediately winced at your own words. Was that too forward?
Jungwon didn’t even look up. Instead, he continued scribbling on his notebook, his brow furrowing in concentration.
“Look good together… like, as study partners?” he asked, looking so genuinely confused you almost choked on your own breath.
You blinked. Was that seriously his response? "No," you said, trying to keep your voice calm. "Like… together. As a couple."
Jungwon paused. For a moment, his eyes locked onto yours, his expression unreadable. Then, with all the seriousness of a boy trying to solve a math problem, he scratched his head.
"I don’t know. I mean, we’d probably make a pretty good team, right?" He laughed awkwardly, as if the very idea of the two of you being together was as natural as teaming up for a project.
Your heart plummeted.
"Yeah, we would," you said with a strained smile, hoping he didn’t see the hurt in your eyes.
He didn’t. Of course, he didn’t.
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Later that evening, as you walked home together, you couldn’t help but feel defeated. Jungwon was humming something, happily oblivious to your inner turmoil. You wanted to scream at him, ask him why he couldn’t just *get it*, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t risk losing your friendship. Not when the thought of him in any other capacity was so far out of reach.
You were just... stuck.
“I don’t get it,” you muttered under your breath, almost too quietly for him to hear.
“What’s that?” Jungwon asked, not even turning to look at you.
You shook your head. “Never mind.”
“Come on, you can tell me,” he said with that warm smile of his, the one that always made your heart do somersaults. “You know I’m always here to listen.”
It took everything in you not to spill your feelings right then and there. You could already picture it—his confusion, his awkward silence, the way he would likely laugh it off like some joke. So, instead, you let out a bitter laugh and gave him a small, nonchalant wave.
“Just thinking about how ridiculous I am sometimes.”
“Hey, stop that.” Jungwon nudged your shoulder with his. “You’re not ridiculous.”
You stared straight ahead, not daring to meet his eyes. “Yeah, I am.”
The silence that followed wasn’t heavy, but it was painfully telling.
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A week passed, and Jungwon’s cluelessness only grew more pronounced. In fact, you were beginning to wonder if he was living in a different dimension entirely. There was one instance where you thought for sure he would catch on.
You were walking home from school together again, and the air was getting colder. Your hands were frozen in your pockets, and you decided to try one more last-ditch effort.
“Jungwon,” you began, trying to keep your voice steady, “What would you do if someone confessed to you?”
He looked at you, raising an eyebrow. “Like... a confession confession?”
“Yeah,” you said, playing it cool. “Like, if someone told you they liked you, what would you do?”
He scratched the back of his neck thoughtfully. “I don’t know... depends on who it is, I guess.”
Your stomach flipped. You could feel your heartbeat rising. This was it. The moment you’d been waiting for.
You pushed yourself to ask, “What if it was... someone you really liked?”
Jungwon blinked at you, then let out a small, nervous laugh. “I’d probably ask them if they were sure, and if they were, then… I guess I’d go for it?” He gave you a confused smile. “Why do you ask?”
Your heart sank. “Oh, no reason.”
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Finally, one evening, as the two of you sat on the couch in your living room, Netflix playing in the background but neither of you paying attention, you decided to confront it head-on. You were tired of playing this foolish game. Tired of wondering, *What if?*
“Jungwon,” you said, voice small but determined. “I have to tell you something.”
He paused the video, turning to face you with a look of concern in his eyes. “What is it?”
You bit your lip. This was it. You had to say it. You had to say the words that had been swirling in your heart for so long.
“I like you,” you whispered, hoping the weight of the confession would finally force him to see what had been right in front of him the whole time.
Jungwon blinked, his eyes widening as though he hadn’t expected this at all. Then, without skipping a beat, he smiled that ridiculous, adorable smile of his and said, “Of course you do! You’re my best friend. I like you too. We’ve been friends forever!”
You froze. “No, no, Jungwon. I mean I like *like* you. Like, in a way more than friends.”
For a moment, he stared at you, utterly dumbfounded. Then the gears in his brain started to turn. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again.
“Wait… like, *that* kind of like?” he stammered, his face now flushed pink.
You nodded, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and hope. “Yeah. That kind of like.”
Jungwon’s eyes widened further, and then—finally, after what felt like an eternity—he grinned, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes.
“Wait, so... this whole time? When you kept dropping hints... you were serious?” He burst out laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. “I thought you were just messing with me!”
“Jungwon!” you groaned, face burning. “You’re impossible!”
But Jungwon only chuckled and scooted closer to you, his expression softening into something much more tender. “I guess I’m kind of an idiot,” he admitted, “But... I think I like you, too.”
Your breath caught in your throat.
“You do?”
“Yeah, I do.” He smiled, his usual playful demeanor now replaced by something far more sincere. “Guess we’re both fools for love, huh?”
And just like that, the game was over.
And you, for the first time in what felt like forever, could finally breathe.
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illmoka · 5 months ago
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devdas5z · 6 months ago
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Minnie
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tamtamgirl · 12 days ago
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RICKY SHEN fanart
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winterfea · 8 months ago
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Lost in the dark guided by stars
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🍵🍵🍵 🍵🍵 🍵🍵🍵
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madijones · 2 months ago
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Jungkook is your boyfriend, but now…he’s your husband.
You married him a week ago, filled with sweet gestures and tearful words. You loved him, even if he was a pain in the ass sometimes. Of course, he loved you too, but both of you haven’t done anything more than kissing.
You knew about his tattoos and piercings, but you never knew he had a big dick. I mean, he’s Korean. Wouldn’t he be small?
No, of course not. He is fucking huge, and you were almost sure he was. But you needed to be completely sure. Cuddled up next to him in his bed, you broke the comfortable silence, “Babe?” You asked, your voice quiet and shy.
“Yes, my love?” He replied softly, caressing your hair with his veiny and tattooed hand. He gave you a smile, the one he knew you loved.
“Well,” You paused for a moment before continuing, “I…I need to ask you something.” You nervously fiddled with your thumbs, waiting for him to respond.
And finally, he did, his pierced eyebrow raised slightly, “Of course, babe. What is it?”
You swallowed thickly, hesitating to respond, nervous of his response. You looked away from him, refusing to meet his gaze, blushing out of embarrassment.
He noticed your hesitation and he smiled again, gently cupping your chin, making you look back at him. He met your gaze again and spoke, “Hey, look at me. You know you can tell me anything, right? Whatever it is, I won’t be mad. Just…tell me, okay?”
You swallowed again, your blush deepening further. You knew you had to ask him, but fuck, you were nervous to. You stared into his eyes for a moment, choosing your words carefully.
Your voice was quiet, but you finally spoke, “How…how big is your dick?” You chewed on your bottom lip, staring deep into his eyes.
He was surprised for a moment, your question catching him off guard. But as soon as that surprise appeared on his handsome face, it quickly disappeared and replaced with a wide smirk. He whispered seductively, making you blush deeper, “Why do you wanna know, babe?” He smirked wider at your crimson cheeks, running his thumb over your bottom lip.
You gasped softly, feeling your body slowly heat up. You cursed under your breath and finally whispered, “I was just…curious, nothing else.” You watched him tightly grip onto your hips, pulling you onto his lap.
He possessively caressed the sensitive skin of your hips and whispered, “Is that so? Well, it’s about 5.5 inches. Now, is there other reason why you wanted to know? Perhaps, you wanted to see it?” You gasped again, his words turning you on even more. You whispered again, subconsciously leaning closer to him, “I…yeah, I do.”
With that, he quickly pinned you down on the bed, his face mere inches from yours. He grinded his hips against yours, making you feel his hard and throbbing length. He groaned into your ear, gripping your hips again to hold you in place.
“Fuck, babe. I need you so damn badly.” He whispered in your ear, his voice a low growl. He groaned again before continuing, “Please, babe. Can I have you?” You couldn’t help but whimper and moan at his words, arching your hips and nodding eagerly.
At that point, you knew how big he was, and you couldn’t help but want more. Your breathing getting heavier and more whimpers escaping your parted lips. With one final groan, he quickly took off his shirt, kissing you desperately, his tongue pushing deep into your mouth. You moaned against his lips, desperately undressing yourself, breaking the kiss and taking off your own shirt, unclasping your bra and tossing it somewhere in the room.
You removed your pants and panties and kissed him again, feeling his own hands undressing himself. He pulled down his underwear, revealing his throbbing and leaking dick, making the wetness in your pussy even more intense. He marked up your neck with his talented mouth and pressed his tip against your entrance, making you gasp and arch off the bed.
“Mm, please. Fuck, I’m so wet.” You whimpered, silently pleading for more. “I know, babe. I can feel you. You need more, don’t you?” He whispered, nipping and sucking at your breast, his tongue swirling over your nipple, nipping it with his teeth and gently tugging on it.
You whimpered again and nodded desperately, ready to feel his throbbing dick, not even caring if it hurts. He heard your whimper and slowly entered you, groaning loudly and closing his eyes in pleasure.
“Fuck, babe. You’re so tight and perfect.” He whispered again and slowly started moving. You moaned loudly, your swollen folds clenching around him, begging him to move faster, harder, deeper.
He smirked again and slowly picked up the pace, pushing deeper inch by inch, finally reaching your perfect spot, making you cry out in pleasure. You clenched tighter around him, his name leaving your lips like a prayer, making him smirk in satisfaction.
Before you knew it, you were on the edge of release, your moans getting louder and louder, practically begging to cum.
He moaned and whispered in your ear, “You’re close, aren’t you?” You gasped at his words and whispered back, “Yes, babe. Fuck, I need to cum.” He pushed in and out of you, whispering back, “I am too, babe. Oh god, yes. Come for me, baby. I’m right…there, ohh…ah.”
With that, you cried out in pleasure, your cum evenly coating his big dick, coming out of your pussy and wetting the sheets. He came with you, letting out a deep groan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
You both came down from the high as he slowly pulled out of you, sighing in satisfaction and whispering sweet words into your ear, a soft hum escaping your lips in response, your thighs shaking and your pussy pulsating from the afterglow.
“I love you, babe.” You whispered to each other before falling asleep in each other’s arms, your grip on him tight and desperate, afraid to let him go.
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