#anyway feel free to send more anons of this genre. i love to block them

[onyourowndaisymae]

Yoo I have two request which I’ll send the other one separately but I am in an ANGSTY mood rn sooo yah also been binging ur headcanons and stuffs and I just love the way you write ?? It’s so entertaining lol

AnywY the actual request: can you write like a one shot or headcanons if you prefer of mc who is struggling after the belphie incident ?? Like they feel like they’ve mostly forgiven him and can act normally around him and they’re friends and take naps together but sometimes the flash back just HITS THEM and they have nightmares and panic attacks that can be so bad sometimes someone needs to get Simeon to calm them down. Maybe something of how the brothers react/treat mc and belphie? Idk I’m just thirsting for like MEGA ANGST rn bc my dad made me cry little bit lmao 😭

it comes at night

hello anon! i'm terribly sorry you're in such an angsty mood, though i thank you for all the love-- and for sending this request right as these ideas were on the front of my mind. it genuinely makes me so happy to see people enjoying my work, and it makes all the writer's block and such worth it. i cannot express enough how much i love seeing all the comments, reblogs, etc. as people engage with my work.

anyways. i'm not sure how i feel about this piece, especially with how LONG it ended up being, but maybe that's just my mushy brain talking after looking at it too long. regardless-- i hope you enjoy (well, y'know, in like a sad and angsty way).

synopsis: you thought you would be able to move on like all the others. your body was healed, your anxiety tucked neatly behind a mental wall built to keep you safe. yet something in you was stuck. you couldn't just move on. you were trapped in a battle between your friendship with belphegor and the fear gnawing at your brain as you remembered what exactly he did to you. when the dam finally breaks, your whole brain floods with terror, until you're swept away with it. nobody can save you now.

genre: angst, no happy end, just a big ol spoonful of sadness

word count: ~3.1k

content warnings: chapter 16 spoilers, graphic(?) discussions of death, depictions of panic attacks, nightmares, mc progressively getting worse from fear + lack of sleep

it's funny how time works. 

you'd been around your fair share of years. you’d grown, you’d changed, you’d spent your entire life looking toward the future you had planned. then you, a mere human, were yanked into an unfamiliar world. you spent an entire year in the devildom– a year that simultaneously dragged on and flew by– and came out the other side a new person. a single year in the devildom has changed you more than the human realm has your entire life. time was a mischievous thing, always leaving you chasing behind in a fruitless pursuit of something you’ll never quite understand.

but, she also brings blessings with her. they say that time heals all wounds. you've always agreed with that sentiment. scraped knees and adolescent broken hearts are swept away with the passing days, trailing further and further behind you until one day you forget to look back and remember them. the pain scribbled down on diary pages or cried into pillow cases no longer stings like a fresh burn. these things are nothing but scars now. time has a special way of patching you up, of rubbing your back until the tears clear up and you can finally see again. that is how it's always been. 

where is time when you need it? 

she hasn't quite abandoned you, this much is true. cuts and bruises heal over the passing days. your hair and nails still grow. your body still changes, slowly but surely, marching onwards week after week. yet your mind is trapped in stasis. you struggle to break free, but at times the rot consumes you whole, until you’re crying under the covers and begging from respite from the memories. 

on the worst nights, you find yourself in the attic again, watching the door between you and belphegor swing open. you watch yourself march towards death.

you can still feel his hands around your neck, digging his claws into your fragile human skin like you're made of sand. the scent of blood-- your own blood, on the floors, on the walls, leaking from your torso and staining your clothes a permanent maroon-- still clings to the inside of your nose. even your wildest dreams could not erase the sight of his smug grin, the way his eyes lit up looking at your battered body.

no one person should have to carry the weight of realizing they're going to die. that's what you thought about when your body hit the bottom of the stairs, when belphegor tossed you down from the attic with a harsh laugh and punted your limp body into the entrance hall. you thought about how unfair this all was. you were just trying to help. you thought you were doing the right thing.

one of the worst parts of your untimely demise was watching the others react. the voices pool together in your head, like the colors of the rainbow twisting together on the surface of an oil spill. asmo's panicked shriek blends into satan's angry shouts, desperate to understand what's going on. lucifer's yelling almost drowns out the fearful cries coming from levi, held back by a very silent beel. 

but above all of that, you remember mammon. your first man, the first demon who took a chance on the defenseless little human, rushing to your side and gathering you in his arms like you were about to break. his hand on the side of your face, the tears streaming down his face, the shaky, desperate voice assuring you that you'll be okay and begging you to hang on, okay? please don't leave me. you can't remember if he was shaking or if it was your body's last ditch effort to stay conscious-- maybe both. your trembling fingers intertwined with his. words came out of your mouth, and you're not sure what exactly you said, but he only cried harder in response. 

and then, as your eyes shut for the final time, you woke at the bottom of the attic stairs. you had cheated death. 

your price? you had to carry the memories. 

the world kept spinning. days passed in the devildom. you returned to school, kept on top of your homework, spent your days in the house of lamentation alongside the seven demon brothers. you even got to know belphegor as he navigated his return home. he quickly grew fond of you. that, in and of itself, was jarring. but you returned each and every smile with one of your own. his actions were rooted in his own grief for his sister, you knew, and for that you could not fault him. you helped him repair the severed relationships between him and his elder siblings, stitching the family back together like a prized quilt until the seams of betrayal were sufficiently hidden. 

time is a traitorous bitch. why did she choose now to leave your wounds bare and bleeding?

everyone moved on but you. everyone got to wake up in the mornings without a nagging anxiety holding them back. the others could hang out with belphegor day in and day out without a growing feeling of dread popping up when you think you're safe. 

he killed you. he was grieving. your blood drenched the entryway floors as he laughed. he has grown. you watched the light leave mammon's eyes as you slipped away. belphie has been nothing but kind to you since that day. you fucking died. 

you wish your mind could pick a side. did you forgive him, or did you resent him? was he your friend, or your killer? these answers evaded you in the dead of night as you struggled to sleep again. it was becoming more common for you to lose hours of rest to these nagging fears. who are you? are you even you anymore? did the switch in timelines scatter your atoms across countless universes, leaving the you that looks back at you in the mirror nothing more than a hollow shell? 

you thought that you could keep your mind on a tight leash, keep your cards close to your chest as you continued to live with the brothers. you were wrong.

the first meltdown came during a nap with belphie. you had grown to trust him-- you thought you trusted him-- enough to sleep around him. he'd coax you every so often into an afternoon nap. always in the light of day, always your choice. and for many afternoons, you were perfectly content with this arrangement. belphie was warm and cuddly, a perfect companion for a lazy afternoon. he had this way of making you feel safe as you slept-- the nightmares couldn't come when he was snuggled up next to you, when you were sure his actions were ones of affection and not another trick to gain your trust.

one afternoon, while the sun was beginning to set, you stirred under the warmth of the blankets. the body next to yours lingered close, steady breaths lulling you back to dreamland. you could stay like this forever, you thought.

and then you felt it. the gentle graze of a familiar cow tail against your skin.

something inside of you, a dam you didn't even know was there, snapped. a hot flash of panic rose up your throat as your whole body jerked away from the feeling. your eyes shot open and you found yourself in the last place you needed to be right now: the attic. you pulled yourself out of bed before your brain could catch up. colors flashed across your vision as a consequence. you whipped around, disoriented and upset, and spotted a sleeping belphie in the bed where you once were.

a sleeping, demon belphie.

the familiar curve of his horns made your throat spasm as you tried to breathe. the colors flashed in your vision again-- oh god, what a terrible time to be left defenseless-- as your brain tried to drag you back to that day. you could practically see his face shift from relief to malicious, insidious joy as he began to attack you.

"hehe... does it hurt? finding it hard to breathe? i'm sure it must be very unpleasant."

please. please no.

" i have to say, seeing a human face twisted in pain like this... why, it's so much fun that i can barely stand it! i... i can't contain the laughter!"

you weren't quite sure when you hit the ground, but it was loud enough to wake belphegor from his slumber. he peeled his body off the mattress, slow and dazed, as he looked for you.

"mc? what're you... what's going on?"

please don't. this can't be happening.

your lungs collapsed from the weight of your own panic. you gasped-- once, twice, as your vision went in and out. were you bleeding? your hand loosely brushed at the front of your clothes, but couldn't process whether that was blood or your vivid imagination. were you even breathing? your head felt light and heavy at the same time. the wires in your brain were all crossed, sending both resuscitation and shutdown signals to each part of your body. this feeling... this was too familiar.

were you dying?

"mc, what's going on?"

you came face to face with belphegor. your friend, your killer. the demon who had lured you up to this very attic to kill you, now gripping your shoulders as interrogated you inches from your face.

you screamed. you screamed until your brain shut off completely, leaving you in an inky pit of darkness as your consciousness slipped away.

the house was in disarray for several days. apparently, lucifer came in shortly after you passed out, mammon at his heels, to save the day. you woke up later in his bed, the room cold and empty, with a throbbing head and a tear stained pillow. you stumbled out into his office to find him at his desk, lost in some paperwork like always. the solemn look he gave you as your eyes met told you everything you needed to know.

from this day forth, your fear was now your constant companion.

nobody in the house of lamentation knew how to move forward. not you, not the brothers, not the widening gap growing between you all with each passing day spent in emotional limbo. finally, lucifer called everyone to a family meeting where, over the course of an hour or two, everyone came to an agreement to acknowledge what had happened and why, promised to be mindful of this trauma that you're carrying, and move forward like you requested.

silent days slowly but surely filled back up with laughter again. the brothers came back to your side at their own pace-- asmo first, within a matter of hours, then mammon shortly after, then the others in the following days.

belphegor was the last to come around. his silence spoke volumes about his guilt. he had no clue how to comfort you. he'd do anything to repent for his actions. yet that was the way that life worked, didn't it? some actions simply cannot be undone.

but you didn't let that stop you. despite the panic that closed your throat every time you saw him for the next month, you slowly earned his friendship again. you assured him that the attic incident was a one time thing, the remnants of a lost nightmare blending into your consciousness as you awoke.

until it wasn't a one time thing.

the nightmares crept up on you. the first one happened, of course, that same night, as you thrashed and wept into lucifer's pillows. then a week later, another. a week and a half after that, another. the frequency eventually became higher and higher, until you started planning your sleep schedule (or lack thereof) around your new insomniac tendencies. but even you couldn't manage to stay awake forever.

on a bad night, you'd wake up in tears, crying weakly to yourself as you tried to coax yourself back to bed. on worse nights, you'd shoot up out of bed, limbs tingling in fear, opting to spend the rest of the night in the common room until the others woke for the day. on the worst night, you finally broke. you shattered worse than you could have imagined.

you finally collapsed into bed, body shutting down after a three days of minimal sleep. you were starting to get shaky from the lack of rest, and your lack of appetite was upsetting the others. you crawled under the covers and let your brain slip out of your hands and off to dreamland.

what a fool you were to think you'd get by without nightmares.

visions of demonic teeth tearing at your flesh filled your head. you tried to run away, tried desperately to wake yourself up, but their claws sunk into your flesh. the pain was vivid, was real. memories of your death lived underneath your skin, ready to resurface in the dark of night when there was no escape. you fought back as best you could, kicking and screaming and trying to run, but you were no match for the supernatural strength of your demons. you eventually gave in, an act of learned helplessness, and surrendered yourself to your worst nightmares.

you woke up choking on your own tears. heaving, gasping breaths tried to save you, mixing with coughs as your body struggled to hang on. the tears finally gave way to the memories-- hot blood dripping from your torso, screaming faces begging you to stay, your head going fuzzy as your vision followed--and your screams escaped without a fight.

a mixed cacophony of voices came flooding in the room. you'd be touched by the gesture, seeking comfort in the arms of your dearest friends, if your brain hadn't reminded you that they were demons as well. nightmarish beasts with fangs and claws, predators built to rip your soft flesh from your bones and leave you to die like roadkill.

you felt a hand on your shoulder. who's was it? you could not tell. your first and only instinct was to scream for mercy, hot tears streaming down your face as mammon's hurt expression moved back out of your line of sight. your chest heaved with effort. it felt like your whole body was caving in on itself. you didn't even realize you were shaking as you curled your body into a ball. your side hit the mattress with a pathetic thud and you wept, bitter and fearful, as a panic attack kept you trapped in its grip.

you don't know how long you stayed curled up like that, wordless cries echoing from your room and into the hallway, but eventually the sound of approaching footsteps caught enough of your attention to forget the panic, even if just for a moment.

"hey, it's okay," a familiar, comforting voice approached, cutting through the fear like a moonlight on a stormy night. "mc, it's me, it's simeon. it's going to be okay."

you felt the bed shift under the weight of someone sitting down, and you blindly threw your body at the person before checking to see if it was really him. it took you a few moments to raise your head, and when you did, you saw him: simeon, your angel, blue eyes full of worry as he met your gaze.

you cried in his arms until you fell into a fitful, dreamless sleep.

the next morning was miserable, to say the least. breakfast was tense. they all watched you like a hawk, like you were a powder keg about to explode with one wrong move. you couldn't blame them. you were afraid of your own emotions, and on some level, you were afraid of them. your trauma was making you afraid of the very people you cared about the most. these brothers had welcomed you into their home, took care of you as you adjusted to life in the devildom, and yet you couldn't hold eye contact without breaking in to a cold sweat.

the only person who did not watch you was belphegor. he was nowhere to be found during breakfast, nor dinner, nor breakfast the following day. you tried to seek him out, but somehow the avatar of sloth had become a skilled sneak in his silence.

you finally caught him alone on day four of radio silence. you both had stayed home without realizing the other had also skipped school that day-- you, from the lack of sleep eating at your brain, and belphegor, with his usual routine of missing class to nap at the house of lamentation. he was curled up on the couch in the common room, basking in the warmth of the fireplace in his slumber. you decided to wait for him to wake up. you sat down on the couch opposite of the one where he rested and watched him, quietly, like he'd disappear if you dared to blink.

creepy? yes. but your brain was long ruined by sleep deprivation and gnawing anxiety to worry about such trivial things.

when he finally stirred, you gently called belphegor's name. he took a moment to finally look at the source of the voice, but when he did, his body froze as the two of you made eye contact. a few moments passed in silence. finally, he sat up and began to make a move to leave.

"wait."

he stopped, but his gaze did not meet yours. you rose from your seat and joined him on the couch. the youngest pulled his legs in, twisting his body into a defensive little ball, and countered your next sentence before you could even open your mouth.

"you shouldn't be here with me."

"i think i'm old enough to make decisions for myself."

he shifted uncomfortably in the silence. you spoke again.

"i miss you. and i'm sorry."

he scoffed to himself and stared at the fireplace. "don't know why you think you should be apologizing to me. i'm the one that's the problem."

"you're not a problem, belphie. i never meant to make you feel like one."

every hair on your body stood on end. your hands trembled against your wishes, so you sat on them to stay focused. you had to do this. you had to keep moving forward.

"i hurt you, mc. you're afraid i'm going to do it again."

you sighed-- it came out more shaky than you would have liked-- and looked down. how had it come to this? how had someone you'd grown to hold so dear become a stranger again?

"i don't want to stop being friends. i don't like when you avoid me."

"you still get nightmares, don't you?"

you pause. his icy gaze on the side of your head sent you into a cold sweat.

you smiled-- it felt more like a grimace, personally-- and prayed it didn't come across insincere. your fingers carefully intertwined with his. he met your gaze. you were thankful he couldn't see the way your chest tightened when you made eye contact. 

"i'm okay, belphie," you lied. 

this fear was going to be the death of you. 

[mrs-nate-humphrey]

you’re saying chate is bad bc it shows chuck had no care for nate’s ability to consent but then you love the nate/jenny relationship????????? she literally took away his consent and crossed his boundaries more times that i can count. y’all are so selective and you clearly don’t care about nate both of those ships were horrible for nate

LOL, i literally have an anti jenate tag, which you can go and look at. i do think what jenny canonically did to nate was horrible, but i also feel like that was more an issue with the writers + where they took jenny's arc than anything else - i like to think of jenny & nate having positive interactions such as the one in "seventeen candles" and "the empire strikes jack". i've said this multiple times that i don't condone how jenny treated nate, but i do think there was potential for a healthy dynamic there, based off those few moments of openness and honestly they did have in canon. i'm also so confused by people who think i ship jenate... i've headcanonned jenny as a lesbian from day 1.

the reason i attempt to make my blog such a safe space for jenate fans is that i still remember when i got hate for "shipping jenate", which i don't even ship, LOL, and how shitty it felt. i don't want people who actually do ship jenate to feel shitty about it, hence.

i am so selective? anon, you literally just took half a sentence off my blog to get mad about. i don't care what people ship and whom they ship with whom. i'm just here to say what i liked about certain dynamics and what i disliked about others, and i've never claimed my word is law or that people should agree with me. "you clearly don't care about nate" - nate's a fictional character, he doesn't need me to protect him. or you to protect him. you know why? because he's not real. we cannot hurt him. please relax, and like. drink something nice. pet a cat maybe. there are better ways to spend your time than sending pointless anons on the internet, i promise.

[niskoo]

Memories kept in the pink hoodie

pairing: Ex! Heeseung x reader

genre: angst, fluff in the end ig, breakup! AU

warnings: swearing, uhhh they like break down together

word count: 2.2k words OMG

a/n: another one of my requests!! thank you all for the ideas its really helping!! mmm this one was very interesting to write because i usually write crack/fluff, aaannndd ive literally never done anything ive written IURHWIU thank you for the great idea anon <33 THIS HELPED SO MUCH OMG USUALLY MY ANGST SUCKS BUT IM PRETTY PROUD OF THIS AAAA ALSO IM SORRY IF THIS WASNT REALLY WHAT YOU WANTED IDK THERE ALWAYS HAS TO BE FLUFF IN MY IMAGINES IG 😓😭

feel free to request and help get rid of my writers block!!

a bit based off of 'try again' by jaehyun and d.ear

You should've known the consequences of dating an idol, you should've been careful. Of course they wouldn't let you be together, he's in one of the rising groups, heck, he was in one of the biggest companies.

It wasn't necessarily the company's fault you were so heartbroken, it's both your faults. You couldn't help but blame each other for how careless you were. You know better than to make things worse, and yet you did.

The evening you go back to his dorm after being confronted by the company, you two started a huge argument of who's fault it was. Either it was his fault for not taking caution during work, or your fault for always checking up on him. All loving actions in the past became reasons for why you should break up, thus cracking your relationship further.

When you went home that night, with your backpack full of your things, you did nothing. You didn't cry, you didn't rage, you simply thought that this was the end, you felt guilty that it had to end like this, instead of just working it out and breaking it off peacefully.

Your heart was left cracked and hurt for sure, but this time, you blame yourself. You shouldn't have met him, you shouldn't have got to know him, it's all your fault. And for the first time that night, you cry.

Your heart clenched at every thought of having to leave Heeseung, more tears falling at the fact that he's not gonna be a part of your life anymore. He's gone, and it's all your fault.

It's when you unpack your things when you realize you still have a bunch of things left at his place, you realize you never want to go back and face him.

You leave your stuff there for the next 2 days, your heart still unready to confront and be reminded of the fact that Heeseung is gone. Unfortunately, he has other plans.

Your phone lights up, and the last name you want to see is lighting the phone up.

'Hey... you left some of your stuff.'

You instantly turn your phone off, breaths picking up as you quickly look away from it and finish your lunch. You can feel the anxiety filling your body as you notice it light up once again, and it swarms in your chest even more when your mother winces at the next text.

You put down your spoon, quickly glancing at the text.

'If you want, you can come by and pick them up? I'll pack them for you...'

Your heart clenches yet once again, you know it's true, literally half your stuff is still there and you have to pick them up. You unlock your phone, quickly sending an 'okay' before completely shutting your phone down. You wouldn't stand a second more looking at his contact.

You decide to go at 11, because that's when the other members are at the company training. You don't know if Heeseung's gonna be there to give you your things, a part of you hopes he is, another hopes he's not there. But then again, who else would open the door for you?

You stand outside the familiar door nervously, picking on your nails and the lint on the hem of your cardigan. Just as you were about to knock, the door swung open, and instead of your ex boyfriend standing there it's the youngest of the group, his eyes wide and puffy lips parted.

As usual, he woke up late. You can't help but chuckle as he picks his shoes up and scurries down the stairs, bidding him a friendly goodbye.

You almost forget about Heeseung, but as you hear shuffling from inside, it all comes back.

You two share awkward glances, the tension slowly building itself back up. Instead of the heated, rage filled tension, this time the tension is guilty, and without each other knowing, yearning.

“T-this way,” Heeseung mutters tightly, eyes glued to the ground as he shuffled quickly to the living room. You follow along just a few seconds later, still processing the fact that this is the end. He could be gone out of your life after this, it’s your last chance to speak.

Your eyes slowly travel up when you stop, the beating of your heart quickening with the slight burning in your eyes. Lo and behold, there your things laid, ready for you to bring back home. You can’t help but notice how it’s packed completely how Heeseung would pack, neat and with care. It’s not too stuffed, it’s in the perfect place.

Biting at the dead skin of your lip, you trudge towards the duffle bag—his duffle bag—and kneel down to grab the handle. The moment you pick it up, you notice how the bag isn’t fully zipped, and a certain pink sleeve peaks out from the tiny space.

All too familiar, the pink sleeve was. It was the one he took from Daniel in I-land. He knew you loved it, for you loved the kid like your little brother. But, he can’t. It’s his, it’s his favorite, he can’t just give it to his ex.

You instantly place the bag down, the tears starting to well up in frustration and sadness. You zip open the bag and take the pink hoodie out, before shoving it into Heeseung’s chest, “Take it, Heeseung, Please don’t give it to me.”

It takes him a few moments, before Heeseung is shaking his head and handing it back to you. “No, it’s practically yours anyway. And you really like it right? It’s just a-“

“Don’t tell me it’s just a hoodie!”

You both are shocked at your sudden burst, frozen in your spot. Your breathing is heavy, like a weight is holding it down and slowing your breathing. There are tears keeping your cheek moist, warm, they stream down continuously, the sensation as if there was fire dripping from your eyes and burning your skin.

Heeseung’s just on the verge of crying himself, the grip on the pink hoodie deathly, he feels the material ripping against his skin. How did it come to this? When did it even happen? It all feels surreal, to think what you two had could fall apart.

All the happy moments in your relationship fading to memories, the hoodie representing the fact itself is true. None of you wanted to take it, afraid it would remind you of the other.

Deep down, you wanted to keep it, keep the memories it held, keep the tears that once soaked it when you vented all your stress to him, keep the scent of Heeseung that lingered on the fabric. You were just too afraid of being reminded that along with the happy memories, came the sad memories of the night you fought and broke it off.

Your grip on the poor hoodie eases, as you slide to the floor helplessly with tears messing your face up. You desperately wanted to hold the pink piece of clothing and keep it forever, and another part of you cursed at you for being too vulnerable.

Your hand quickly wipes away the tears on your cheeks and chin harshly, almost hitting yourself for being so sensitive. Before you could do the action again, a softer grasp is stopping your hand, Heeseung’s other hand reaching up to brush the tears away dearly, blowing your hair away from your face.

Before you could even bring yourself to stop, you’re already reacting to his touch, cowering into his hold and placing your hand over his on your cheek, almost intertwining them together.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper into his palm, your other hand reaching up to grasp at his t-shirt. You’re sorry for so many reasons, for not being careful, for all the things you said in the argument, for making a sudden commotion just because of a stupid hoodie. “I’m so sorry...”

“Shh, it’s alright, it’s alright.” Heeseung grabs you into his infamous embrace you would hate to leave, stroking your back with patterns just the way he knew you loved, just the way it would calm you down. “We’ll be alright.”

More tears fall between your eyelashes, dripping and soaking into Heeseung’s shoulder as he himself sniffles quietly into your hair. None of you want to leave each other behind, it’s the painful truth that you both can’t have, the truth you’ve always feared.

A sudden feeling of relief fills you up inside, his words reassure you in a way, we’ll be alright, you’ll be okay, it just had to leave his lips for you to believe it. You crawl closer to Heeseung, squeezing yourself in his bear hug, “We’ll be okay, we can make it right,”

A hoarse and hearty laugh leaves Heeseung, it shakes right by your ear as you press it against his chest, and he nods, “Yeah,”

He gently pulls your head back right in front of his, wiping the last of your tears and tucking the stray hairs back to the back of your ear, “Let’s just talk,” his whisper tickles your nose, causing you to lightly giggle at the feeling, his lips pressing softly against the pink tinted skin, “Make everything better?”

You nod, finally grasping at the pink hoodie and holding it tight to your chest as Heeseung laughs and bonks his forehead right on yours.

For the next few hours, you talk, make up, talk some more, maybe even a small cuddle, but that’s a secret. You make ramen for when the other members come back from practice, you feel happy to see the members thank you and eat with enthusiasm, you feel glad this is how your last moments together last.

Now you have the (practically ripped) pink hoodie in your arms as you bid the boys goodbye, slightly tearing up at the sight of them sadly waving, but you keep it in and continue your way back home, where you would tell your mom how you ended it on good terms.

And that night, you slip on the pink hoodie before you sleep, and you feel a piece of paper poking at your arm. You’re surprised to see a crumpled envelope poking out, your name written messily in blue ink.

You pull the envelope out quickly, opening it out with something bubbling in the pit of your stomach as you notice the handwriting as Heeseung’s.

‘My dear Y/n,

Hello there! I don’t know if i got the guts to make it right with you or if i pussied out and watched you as you drove away with regrets, but that’s what this letter is for. hopefully you didn’t throw this letter away hehe

i just wanted to thank you. for everything. your love, your care, your trust, Your happiness, thank you for everything you’ve given me. im sorry we had to end our journey, but know that you’ll be in my mind everyday. when we practice, I’ll remember your encouraging smile, when we win, I'll remember the fact that it’s you who gave me the courage to start this whole career.

i love you y/n. we’ll both probably find our other person in the future, but you’ll forever be in my heart as my first love, my first heartbreak, my best memory. thank you for helping me through my hardest times, thank you for helping the other boys through their worst times, especially jungwon, he’ll miss you the most.

i guess this is goodbye, y/n. not forever, of course, but for some time. thank you for everything, i hope you enjoyed the times we had together as much as i did.

with all the love in my heart,

Lee Heeseung :)’

You wipe at your tears for the nth time that day, folding the paper back into the envelope. “Fuck you Heeseung, you’ve ruined my makeup again!” You curse under your breath as you slip the letter into a certain box at the corner of your bedside table, patting your cheeks one last time.

You truly cherish the memories you had with Heeseung. You hope he does too.

[willwriteforhugs]

it’s not okay- hwang hyunjin

boyfriend! hyunjin x reader- one shot !

word count: 1.8k

genre: angst, a little fluffy, full of hyunjin-is-overprotective-syndrome

synopsis: when a stranger on the street makes you uncomfortable with his romantic advances, it takes everything hyunjin has not to kill him right then and there.

warnings: instance of harassment, a *brief* physical altercation, arguing, some cursing

a/n: this fic was requested by a lovely anon! sorry about the wait- i hope you and everyone else enjoy this one. i definitely got carried away with this, but hopefully it’s still what was requested lol. also, if you all have any other requests, feel free to send them in. i like to know i’m writing what you all want to see.

one last thing: a quick disclaimer- all of the events in this story are fictional, and should be taken with a grain of salt. everything that happens here is just my own interpretation of the situation i was presented with. anyways, thank you sm for reading! 

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the streets around you bustle with noise. mothers calling for their wandering children, street vendors shouting out prices... the sheer volume of it almost overwhelms you. at your side, your right hand tightens around your boyfriend’s. the last thing you want is to lose him in the crowd... he gives you a gentle squeeze back. words weren’t exchanged, but you understand what he meant: it’s okay, i’m right here.

you really are not a fan of crowds- you never have been, but hyunnie loves the market- and you do too, when it isn’t this packed. but he’s been so busy lately,  and the two of you hardly get to go on dates anymore... so when he’d proposed this as how he wanted to spend the afternoon, you couldn’t help but agree to it.

you glance up at him, thankful for the opportunity of distraction. you and hyunjin have been together for more than six months now- and god, you have never been more in love. you’d been in love before- or at least, you think you had. but being with hyunjin... it’s just not the same. the feelings you have for him are ten times the feelings you’d had for anyone back in high school. of course, maybe it’s just because he’s so damn beautiful...

today, for a simple market day, your counterpart is dressed casually. he’s in a plain hoodie and jeans, with his shoulder length hair tucked into a beanie. his face is bare, and you can’t help but smile just by looking at him. 

your boyfriend smiles back, looking slightly baffled. “is there something on my face?”

you snort and shake your head. “i can’t just look at you?”

he narrows his eyes playfully. “absolutely not. it makes me suspicious.”

you roll your eyes. “you spend too much time with the boys. i’m not gonna flick you, you know.” you pause. “or shove tissues in your mouth.”

at this, hyunjin huffs a laugh. “alright, that one’s true.”

hyunjin then leads you into a left turn, heading towards a vendor selling fresh hotteok. you follow willingly, realizing that you are indeed a bit hungry. as always, he knew exactly what you needed before even you did.

as your boyfriend places an order, you wander a few feet, wanting to glance into the stall next to you. in order to do so, you have to slip behind the first stall, into a small alleyway that borders the back part of the vendor lines. you peer over into the stall you were looking for. they’re selling handmade dishes- and from what you can see as you strain you neck over the stall, they’re absolutely gorgeous. dainty tea sets made of impossibly thin porcelain line the tables. the intricate floral designs catch your eye, and you know hyunjin would love to look at them. you turn quickly, mouth already forming his name.

“hyunjin-ah, i- oh!” you interrupt yourself with your surprise. in your rush, you’d turned around and run right into another person. your face floods with heat, and if you could, you would have shriveled up and died right there.

“i’m so sorry,” you mumble, bowing frantically. you eyes burn holes into the ground. “i wasn’t paying attention.”

“it’s fine, really.” a masculine voice replies. 

you look up, shocked to see that the person you’d run into is a man, and he looks to be around your age. “oh. okay.”

the man is tall- taller than hyunjin, even. he’s got an angry look to him, and you take a step back. but he just smirks. “i didn’t mean to scare you.”

he leans against the wall, crossing his arms together. you watch as his eyes rake over you and your body, and you shrink away.

you press your lips together, and the anxiety from before begins to claw it’s way back into your mind. “it’s fine, seriously.” your breathing is uneven, and you desperately want to get back to hyunjin. “but i kinda have to go...”

the man, who is blocking your way, doesn’t budge. “so soon? why don’t you stay and talk with me? you’re so cute, i just gotta get your number, babe.”

your body jerks in reaction to the pet name. who the hell is he calling baby?

you inhale sharply. “please- can i just get by? i’m really alright.”

the stranger takes a step towards you. “come on, why are you so shy? it’s harmless flirting, love...” he reaches out and takes a hold of your wrist. your facade crumbles, and your vision begins to close. you become hyper-aware of how alone you are back in this alleyway. you quickly jerk your hand back, and he relents, freeing your hand. “so jumpy! why? how about we go get a coffee? i know a place, it’s just ten booths-”

“who the hell are you?”

the voice is sharp and temperamental, and beautifully familiar. you hear yourself breathe a sigh of relief. hyunjin's here. thank god.

your boyfriend is now standing a few feet away, sporting an expression of anger and wariness. his eyes flit to the man, then to you. though he doesn’t say it, you can practically hear his voice, asking if you’re okay.

the strange man- who is still standing far too close- speaks up, voice brimming with cockiness. “why do you care?”

you physically cringe at those words. good luck with that one, dude. you just threw gasoline on an open flame.

“get the fuck away from my girlfriend.” hyunjn’s voice is low, but the impact of the words is louder than bombs. his face has gone from wary to furious. “don’t make me say it again.”

the creep takes a step away from you, moving towards hyunjin. “why are you so pissy, pretty boy? got that much to lose?”

you can see the clockwork in your boyfriend’s mind turning. calculating the outcomes. 

before anyone can move to stop you, you dart across the apparent no-man’s-land, coming to a stop at hyunjin’s left shoulder. you reach out and rest a hand on it, hoping the action conveys your feelings. when he doesn’t respond, you lean forward and hurriedly whisper in his ear; “please, hyunjin-ah. i’m alright. let’s just go.”

the boy brushes your hand away, and maintains his silence.

“hyunjin.” you say, louder this time. “it’s okay.”

this time, his narrowed eyes flash. “what-no! it’s not okay!” he swivels to face you. “what about that was okay?!”

your chest clenches, and your hand slips forward to clutch at his shirt. your voice comes out cracked. “please, let’s just go.”

the stranger watches the whole interaction with an amused smile on his lips, and the looks sends chills up your spine.

after a moment, hyunjin takes a deep breath and raises his chin. “you’re right, y/n-ah, i’m sorry. let’s just go, my love.”

as the two of you turn to go, the stranger shouts at hyunjin’s retreating back. “where are you going? i didn’t even get your bitch’s number!”

your skin goes cold, and you can feel your boyfriend turn to stone next to you. you inhale, reaching out to stop what you know is inevitable. 

hyunjin makes a slow turn on his heel. his gaze is icy, and his tone is even colder. “what the hell did you just say?”

the other man scoffs, and it randomly occurs to you that he might be drunk. or, you think; maybe he’s just a pervert, y/n. 

“i said, i didn’t get your bitch’s phone number.”

hyunjin is silent and frozen for a moment. then, with no preamble, he lunges forward. 

“hyunjin!” you yelp. but you know- you know there’s no stopping what’s next.

his punch hits the man square in the jaw, and his opponent goes stumbling. you lurch forward, terrified of this escalating. 

without looking, hyunjin catches you with his arm and gently shoves you back. 

he refocuses on the man on the ground, who is struggling to get up. when he gets close, hyunjin pushes him back down. you watch as he comes to a crouch in front of the fallen man. he hisses his words through his teeth: “don’t you ever say that shit. calling my girlfriend a bitch... unless you want to get your poor fucking ass handed to you, you never say shit like that again.”

your mouth hangs open in shock, and you stumble forward again, pulling your boyfriend away before he does something he regrets. you drag him back through the booths, and you emerge back at the front of the hotteok stand.

as soon as the connection breaks, hyunjin’s anger disappears, and he looks almost surprised. he reaches over and grasps your hand. “y/n- are you alright?”

you sigh, and even as your eyes sting slightly, you nod your head. the creepy man hadn’t followed the two of you, but you still feel the need to run. you release a shaky breath. 

hyunjin leans down and plants a light but lingering kiss of your forehead. when he pulls away, he sighs against your hair. “i’m sorry,” he whispers.

“for what?” you prompt, whispering back.

“for getting carried away. i...i didn’t mean to.”

“it’s okay. i know.” you lean away to meet his eyes. “besides, he was scaring me. so... thank you.”

he offers a bittersweet smile. “okay, baby...” he pauses for a second. “let’s go home?”

you allow a real smile and nod. “yeah. i’d like that.” you pause, deciding to tease him a little. “will you promise to stay and cuddle?”

at this, your lover’s moment of melancholy breaks too. “yes..” he fakes a groan. “if i have to...”

you reach down to hold his hand as the two of you begin walking, initial plans long forgotten. you begin to bicker back. “oh, please. you really act like you don’t enjoy skinship with me.”

he pauses. “how do you know it’s not just to get in your pants?”

you gasp and smack his arm. “don’t say that! i’ll never sleep with you again if you say shit like that!” 

hyunjin laughs, and his real, genuine smile warms your heart. “well then i guess i’ll stop. but only because of that threat.”

“oh, really?” you raise your eyebrows.

he gives up immediately, his forehead crinkling slightly. “no. i love you, y/n. i really do. and i promise i will give you all the snuggles when we get back.”

you nod, then lean your head on his arm, inhaling his scent. you’ve never been more grateful for him. 

the two of you continue walking, hand in hand. it isn’t for another few minutes that he finally breaks the silence. “so- what do you want for dinner?”

the two of you burst into laughter when you realize you’d never even gotten your hotteok.

[cloudyyoonji]

Hidden Comforts.

Jock! Bang Chan x Nerd! Reader

BASED ON ANON REQUEST

Summary: You’re hidden relationship with Chan makes its reveal.

Genre: lil angst, but lots of fluff!!

Triggers: Mentions of bullying, slapping.

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You’d met Chan through Minho, a memory you could recall so clearly.

It had been raining, so you were seated in your classroom, chopsticks in hand as you ate at the lunch in front of you. You had a heart attack when Minho had come barreling in, Chan at his side. Easy conversations soon turned to studying sessions, and further something a little more then just a friendship.

Your relationship was kept quiet, a secret even, only known amongst Chan’s group. You had your reasons for keeping it a secret, reasons that you’d much rather be kept to yourself rather then be out in the open.

Sighing to yourself, you take out the books for your next class with gentle hands, holding them close to your chest as you close the door to your locker.

Your head snaps towards the sound of a familiar laugh, but your reaction time is not quite enough, hands pushing you back into the lockers, followed by the bitter sound of a high pitched laugh.

Clarissa and her possy laugh as they pass you, mumbles between them you don’t even want to hear.

You barely spot Chan before he’s barrelling towards you, concern written over his features. With a wave of his hand, you’re following him around a corner, one you two often met in.

“Are you okay?”

Besides his roughened Jock appearance, Chan has a softness too him, one that both you and his friends knew well, one that made you feel comforted and safe.

You nod, a smile creeping onto your features to reassure the boy.

He only sighs at your smile, sweeping a hand through his hair as he looks down at you.

“You shouldn’t let her treat you like that, seriously Y/N.”

You touch his chest slightly to calm him down a little.

“Chan, it’s okay.” You tell him.

He shakes his head, taking your hand in his.

“I just wish I could stand up for you, you know? As your boyfriend.”

You touch his cheek gingerly, a knowing smile on your lips. “I know you do.”

He’s quiet for a moment, eyes half lidded as he stares at the ground, figuring out what to say next.

“You have frees now right? Can you meet me at the cafe across the road?”

“I do,” you lie, “but you don’t. You know you shouldn’t skip cl-“

You’re cut off by a finger on your lips. He smiles at you, the ringing bell erasing any trace of what you were going to say and the boy himself, who walks backwards with a slight smirk, leaving you with a wink.

You’re quick to fish your phone out of your pocket, texting Minho you won’t be able to make it to your English class and to tell the teacher that you’re feeling sick.

He’s already at the booth when you arrive to the cafe, two hot chocolates in front of the boy.

You take the seat across from him, thanking him for the drink as it’s pushed in front of you.

“You shouldn’t skip class.” You muse, sipping on the warm liquid.

It warms your frozen fingers, a warm smile also forming as you take in the warmth.

“Neither should you.”

You’re caught a little off guard of at that, eyes wide as the boy smugly stares at you.

“You have english, with Minho. Your free periods are next period. Y/N, my love, I know you better then anyone else.”

You laugh, slapping his arm.

“So maybe you’re rubbing off on me.”

“Hm. It seems so... however, we need to discuss something far more important then you skipping your classes.”

You raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

His demeanor seems to change instantly, his funny side folding into a far more softer side, a more serious side you rarely saw.

“Y/N, you have to let me protect you. We have to make this relationship a little more known.”

“No,” You monotone, looking down at your cup. “We can’t Chan. You know we can’t.”

“But why?” The boy pleads, taking your shaking hands in his.

When did your hands even start shaking? Why hadn’t you realized they were?

You sigh, looking up too him, a name tumbling over your lips.

“Clarissa.”

He nods, understanding the fact you’re scared.

But he just didn’t get it. You’re absolutely terrified of her and her friends, their constant shoves and name calls always in the back of your mind. It would get more relentless, you knew it would, if she found out.

“Y/N,”

His hands are tight on yours now, eyes on yours.

“I promise you that I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I have to protect you, I can’t bare to see this anymore.”

His words are light a little stream of light in the darkness, warming you more then a hot chocolate could ever.

“Okay.” You squeak, looking down at your linked hands, squeezing a little harder.

He nods, a light smile forming on his features, pressing a kiss to your hands.

Your smile never fades, even through your free periods spent in the library, and though your lunch time too.

The ringing bell signals the last class of the day has finally arrived, bodies moving sluggishly though the corridors to disperse into the classrooms.

Your books are out of your hands in a fraction of a second, the same bitter laugh taunting you from somewhere afar.

Mumbling a few choice words, not quite directed at Clarissa and her posey, but about her, you lean down to pick up all your scattered notes from your binder.

“What did you say about me?!”

Before you can even look up, you’re send stumbling backwards, the stinging in your cheek so painful it’s white hot like fire; burning.

Just like that you’re surrounded; circled by the familiar group of boys, Chan and Jeongin by your side in an instance to help pick up all your notes.

“Channie,” her voice is high, fake. “Don’t waste your time with her.”

You look up at the boy, but he just ignores her, continuously picking up papers and your books.

“Chan will do whatever the hell he wants.”

Changbin crosses his arms, stance strong in front of you, blocking you from her path.

Your things are in a pile now, Chan looking up at you with concern, fingers touching your cheek lightly. You flinch in pain, pulling back.

His hand drops, weightless.

“Do you trust me?”

His words are barely registered by you, but you nod anyway, slightly dazed at the burning pain in your cheek.

Your books are in one hand and your hand rests in the other, held tightly as he helps you stand.

“Clarissa, can you do something for me?”

The girls eyes immediately light up, nodding furiously at Chan’s request, eyes grazing over his school rugby league team jacket.

He smiles sweetly, squeezing your hand, as he steps forward.

Leaning in towards her slightly, his smile becomes bitter.

“Never bother my girlfriend again. Otherwise, there will be a problem. Is that clear?”

And with those words, your whisked away by Chan and the rest, all walking towards the next class you all shared.

Heart hammering wildly in your chest, you look up at your boyfriend with an unreadable look.

He pauses, passing your things to a smiling Minho before he shrugs off his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders with a slight grin, retaking your things and continuing to walk.

“I told you I’d protect you sweetheart, so that’s what I’m doing.”

[1800-seungshine]

ludic.

member: park woojin. genre(s): high school!au, hoobae!woojin summary: ludic. (adj) - full of fun and high spirits. in which park woojin finds himself entangled in the antics of the school’s troublemaker sunbae. (requested - bullet point format) word count: 1.6k

note: the very first request ever on this blog! thank you so much to the anon that sent this ;; i was going to format it in paragraphs but somehow i ended up going bullet-point format and and i don’t know i feel nervous presenting this bc i fear that it won’t reach your expectations but i hope that you’ll like it anon!  btw, thank you so much for all the reblogs, likes and follows that i’ve received throughout the week. it means a lot to me heheh! i’ll try to continue working hard ;; i really, seriously, truthfully, completely, thank you all! < 3333

you were known around the school as the school’s lucky trouble maker 

notorious for pulling light-hearted pranks, sleeping through classes or completely skipping it, and occasionally picking fights (which fyi is often bc of something you find injustice and for students can’t stand up for themselves so you just butt in and use your fists as a representative) 

and for majority of the trouble you cause, you usually escape the consequences and get out of it with light warnings and punishment 

hence the ‘lucky’ bit in your title

basically you’re the definition of the ‘c package’ 

authornim what in the world is a ‘c package’ - well obvs you wouldn’t know cos i made it up duh. 

cute, charming and cool. (it’s as lame as me i know but i’m proud) 

everyone just loves you okay

well,,, not really everyone bc there are a few students (mainly the ones you picked fights with) who hate your guts and a few teachers who don’t know what fun means 

but somewhere within the school, there’s one person who doesn’t really get the memo and is confused on why everyone’s whipped for you

introducing park woojin everybody

the first time he heard about you was from a conversation one lunch break when his friends were fanboying talking about you. “who are you talking about?” 

inserts daehwi’s dramatic gasp “oH mY gOd YoU dON’T knOW?!?! lol bye you’re deleted. idk who you are.”

he earned a lot of insults from his friends in one sitting that day

“have you been living under a rock” - park jihoon 

“how dumb are you to not know who y/n sunbae is, you’ve been here for as long as she has.” - bae jinyoung 

“hyung, are you sure you’re not the foreign student, like wth even i know who y/n is.” - lai guanlin

he felt so attacked, “well i didn’t know it was requirement to know who this person is to be socially accepted here.” 

but dw his ass was forgiven after he got forced to listen to the four of them educating him about you, “don’t you feel enlightened now?” cue woojin’s eyes going 360 into the galaxy bc he done w/ their crap

aNYWAYS BACK TO THE STORY

woojin just hears numerous stories about you like how you once won this verbal fight against this rude popular senior and her clique who were bullying a tenth grade student, or the time you pulled a prank on this serious teacher that no one saw laugh until you placed a whoopee cushion on his seat (you still got detention for that though smh), or when you were the matchmaker for pdhpe teachers, mr. park and ms. kang who are now the school’s couple goals and just other great things about you

so apart from that one time when he was zoning out in maths class and out of the window he saw you climbing over the school’s fence to skip class (he finally understood why some students refer to you as the cute fence girl)

woojin has never really encountered you before

which is really strange bc he’s developing a slight crush on you after hearing what other people say and also seeing you from afar during lunch breaks

like the sound of your personality is like making his heart go ‘!!!!’ and he can’t even explain what he’s feeling 

but he’s blaming his friends for it

and so this all changed when a classmate of yours pranked you by pouring a bucket of water at you one lunch break and in return you started a water fight in the cafeteria 

the principal heard about the chaos and started to quickly head that way 

so he witnessed you pull the fire alarm and he calls your name with pure rage that you were damn sure he was gonna hulk smash you

“HEY MR. KIM. BYE MR. KIM.”

you made a run for it

mEANWHILE woojin just left the library and was walking towards the school canteen 

from afar he sees this girl coming closer and closer, running as if her life depended on it (cos it lowkey actually did) and he had this feeling that it was you

so as soon as you came close enough that his eyes could make clear of your appearance, he was proven right 

but further along the distance, he also sees the teachers who suck up to the principal and the principal himself trying to catch up to you

and being the smart kid he is, woojin moves to the side so he doesn’t block your way

however, you weren’t exactly the brightest during that moment and thought that he’d have to snitch on where you were gonna go and get you in more trouble

hence why you grabbed his hand and woojin’s now running with you.

rip woojin

you two manage to pass the school gates, cross the traffic light and hide into an alleyway seconds before the teachers reach up the gates

so you’re both heavily panting, he’s sh00k and awkward bc wth he didn’t even sign up for this crap but he immediately forgives you once he hears you break into laughter, causing him to do the same 

“sorry for dragging you.” you say sheepishly as you send an apologetic smile, “in my head, i was thinking you could have snitched and you could put me in more trouble but now that i realise, you wouldn’t have known where i was going in the first place.” 

“and now i got you into trouble too.” you mumbled to yourself sadly before your bottom lip juts into a pout

legit his heart started to parkour in his chest when he saw you pout bc he didn’t know you could be this cute??? like he expected it but he didn’t really expect it yknow

“ah, no..uhm...” he replies with a shy smile, “it’s..uh...it’s okay. i don’t mind.” 

what a shy awkward bean omg omg dONT YOU JUST LOVE HIM 

you let out a chuckle as you look at him, casually going on your toes to pat his head, “you’re pretty cute, park woojin.” 

woojin was sure he was gonna melt into a puddle after that like he doesn’t even know if he’s breathing or nah but whatever- he’s standing next to his crush who just called him cute. hE GOT CALLED CUTE. BY HIS CRUSH. 

w a i t 

“uh...h-how did you know my name?” he says in a confused manner bc he doesn’t seem to remember telling you-

you point at the right side of his chest, “well the name tag says park woojin and i’m assuming that you’re the park woojin that the younger students are talking about.” 

“o-oh.” 

w a i t  p t  2

“what?” he says after recalling the second bit of your words. 

“you don’t know?” you say to him before you clear your throat and begin to imitate one of the ninth grade girls you tend to overhear, “park woojin - cute snaggletooth oppa. the most adorable awkward bean with reversal charms; he’s super shy but really sexy when he dances. ah, he’s so dreamy.” 

you end your acting as you clasp your hands together and you start to laugh as you notice the dark shade of red on his cheeks, paired with his red ears. 

“i didn’t know i was seen in that kind of light.” he shyly mutters to himself causing you to grin even more bc damn this boi is kinda really cute. 

“well, i can kinda see why they think of you that way.” you reply back with another grin as you notice his cheeks becoming red once again, “you just don’t know about it since the younger grades are good about keeping it lowkey from the seniors.” 

you look out of the alley, knowing that the teachers would have given up looking for you and you turn back around to him with another breathtaking smile. 

“well, you’re not really going to get any punishment apart from a detention since i’ll take all the blame for today, so mr. reversal charms how about i make up for causing you trouble by spending the rest of the school hours, skipping classes with me?”   

woojin remains in silence, almost as if he’s deciding your offer

but lmao he’s just freaking out internally bc you’re making his heart beat even faster than usual and it’s unhealthy for his kokoro plus how will he act cool around you?!?!? 

however you considered his silence as a yes and you take his hand into yours, gently dragging him causing his heart to flip. “i won’t take no for an answer, park woojin and even if it’s my first time to use it to be authoritative, you should say yes to your sunbae.” 

“o-okay, sunbaenim.” “good.” 

so now you’re just both walking wherever your feet may lead you like what you usually do when you skip classes

but his eyes are fixed on both of your hands and you look at where he’s looking before you flash a grin at him, “let’s just say that your hand looked heavy so i’m here to help you with that.” 

“wow she’s pretty cheesy. more emphasis on the pretty bit though.”

he hears you burst into laughter and he instantly covers his mouth with his free hand, realising that he didn’t just think it but he said it too. 

“d-did i say that out loud? god, i didn’t mean to. i swear- i’m so sorry ahh...this is so embarrassing.” 

but you’re just there laughing and quite close to tears which makes him lowkey satisfied bc even if he embarrassed himself in front of you, he’s making you smile (ong my goodness this is so pure and cheesy idek) 

after you calm yourself down, you shake your head in amusement.  “don’t be sorry, if anything, i’m kinda glad that my dumb ass dragged you, park woojin.”  

and so for the rest of the day, woojin finds himself falling for you harder than he had imagined. 

maybe getting into trouble will be worth it after all. 

[kaptain-k-pop]

(17/17) As for the current mission, I have a few questions! What was your favorite color as a child and what is it now? What was your favorite genre of music in high school and what is it now? What was your dream job when you were a child and what is it now? What is the first Kpop song you heard and what was the last Kpop song you listened to before answering these asks? I hope you are doing well! If you have any questions for me feel free to ask!! ❤️

When I was little little I was very indecisive about my favorite color, but the first color I remember being like "that's my favorite color" for an extended period of time was like green, as we can see here:

That's my bedroom wall, and this is what happens when you're 13 and your mom says "okay, pick a color sweetie :)"

As of now I'm a little indecisive again, I appreciate a lot of colors, but I still really like green and blue in terms of "general color categories" that I'm particularly fond of, and I've specifically been really drawn to mint green and indigo in terms of favorite shades. (Navy and maroon are kinda two of my favorite colors in terms of what to wear, idk, I just think they look cute on me 😂 also royal blue and black (my mom always told me blue complimented my eyes so I ended up accumulating a lot of blue clothing 😂)) that was more info than you asked for, but I overshare 🤷🤷🤷 we been knew, lol

Okay so I've always been one of those people who was like 'oh I don't have one favorite genre, I listen to all types of songs' I completely skipped having a 'middle school emo phase' lmao, like I truly never had any bands that I followed or even really solo artists that I like closely was a fan of. I would hear songs I liked but I didn't really pay any attention to the artists. It wasn't until I was a senior in high school that I finally happened to hear two Fall Out Boy songs within a week or so of each other and looked them up and happened to notice they were by the same band and was like "hmm, what a coincidence, maybe I should look up this group..." and that was literally the first band I ever really started following, and after that I started getting into Panic! At the Disco and such. And I guess you could say that was technically in high school? But it was also like, only about 3/4 of my last year 😂 In college was when I really made other friends who were into bands in that genre and introduced me a lot of other emo and pop-punk bands, so my 7th grade emo phase kinda got pushed off til college ���

(Fun fact: my emo/pop-punk phase and my k-pop phase overlapped, I literally discovered BTS in June 2018 and then a few weeks later I went with my friend to (the last) Warp'd Tour 😂 and that's always very funny to me, like, I was on the precipice of falling in the k-pop hole head over heels and didn't even know it yet; and I do still like a lot of those bands from my 'pop-punk phase' and I also still am someone who likes a variety of genres, k-pop has just kinda been the main *favorite* genre that I listen to/talk about the most for the past few years)

(edit: now that I think about it I think I'd say that before my senior year my favorite music genre in highschool was show tunes! I was a huge theatre kid who was always involved with the school musicals and I loved getting (and memorizing) CDs of Broadway cast recordings of different shows, haha)

When I was a child I wanted to be a fashion designer, lol. I'm currently kinda in a place where idk what my next step is in terms for finding a career that's right for me (went to college to be a Science Teacher, but I've been doing some soul searching about if I'm meant for it lately) but some ideas that come to my mind that I think might make me happy is working at a State Park or a museum or something like that. Or maybe doing something with geology. I do really love Science and I would love to work with kids. Some stuff that's happened has made me question if I'm meant to be a a classroom teacher, but maybe working with kids and teaching them about the environment in a more casual setting like as a park ranger would be a good balance and good fit for me. So that's something I'm thinking about looking into (once it's safe for like, kids programs like that to start up again obviously)

The first k-pop song I heard was technically Gangnam Style back when it first became popular and before I even knew what k-pop was. The first k-pop song that I actually saved wasn't til years later though (it was Fire by BTS, in summer 2018) wow... time really goes by quickly

(edit: okay so APPARENTLY the first kpop song I downloaded was actually Nilili Mambo back in 2013 when I saw an AMV that used it and I had no idea what the song was or that it was even kpop but I liked it so I pirated it using an YouTube to MP3 converter and downloaded it on my phone and then 7 years later I discovered that it was a kpop song and realized why the name "Block B" had sounded so familiar to me when I started getting into kpop and hearing about groups..... 🤦)

Also I forgot about this question and I've just been listening to Seventeen on shuffle the whole time that I was typing this 😂😂😂

The song that is currently playing right now as I type is Fronting, lol

If you wanna respond with your own answers via anon one last time be my guest! But I also recognize that it's almost August anyway, so if you wanna just wait and we can talk to it after you reveal yourself that totally makes sense! Haha (and I'd ask my own questions but like... the event is practically over, at this point, we'll have plenty of time to keep talking over chat in the future 💗)

I'm excited to find out who you are and be able to communicate with you without having to deal with the ask system, lmao (and also so you can send me pics of your doggies.... 👀👀👀) I hope that the rest of your week is lovely!!! 💗

Talk to you soon ☺💗

[girlgroupsdesire]

More Than Best Friends (Blackpink Jisoo Imagine)

For Anon!

Pair: Jisoo x Reader

Genre: Fluff, (MILD) angst

Request: Jisoo falls in love with her best friend.

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing an imagine or fanfiction of any sort so I’m sorry if it’s no good. Please remember that you can send in requests for reactions, imagines, moodboards and more at any time!

  The hazy yellow sun hung low in the sky as the your watch slowly etched out the time - five minutes past 6 pm. Now ten minutes. The air was brisk and cool and your breath puffed out of your mouth like steam, and you were sure by now that your face was quite pink from the cold. You sat on a bench alone in the park, which was currently empty - understandably, considering the weather. Your hands were buried deep in your coat pockets and your cap was pulled almost past your eyebrows. Your hand would escape your jacket only briefly to check the time every few moments. It was now twenty minutes past 6. You were growing worried and tired, and it was cold, very cold... But when you heard footsteps approaching and looked up, you immediately felt lighter and warmer. Jisoo, wrapped in a large overcoat and a dark red scarf, beamed at you as she walked closer. "I'm sorry I'm late. Practice took a lot longer than I thought it would today... Well, I'm off for a little while now anyways." She smiled prettily. "It's okay. I didn't wait too long," you said, standing up to walk with her. This wasn't the first time she'd been a bit late in your close friendship that had spanned over several years, and under normal circumstances you would tease her for it. But you understood the pressure she was under from her company, and you were just happy that she was willing to  spend some of her free time with you. Needless to say, you had grown quite fond of her. Together, you both walked along the park path, conversing naturally. One thing you appreciated most about Jisoo was that she was easy to talk to, friendly and sweet and also somewhat goofy. You had never really thought about it much before, but just being around her made you happy. Jisoo's phone buzzed in her pocket. She quickly glanced at it and giggled in a somewhat exasperated way. "Who was that?" you said casually, not letting on that you were somewhat nervous (you had always been quite defensive about your position as her closest friend). "It's just Lisa... She sent me another meme. She's kinda wacky." "She's been learning from you, hasn't she?" You grinned and poked her side. She laughed and punched you lightly in the arm. "That's only a little bit true." She and you continued talking as the sun lowered further and the temperature dropped a few more degrees. It was so easy to lose track of time when you were laughing with her, and a whole hour passed before you checked your watch again. "Jisoo, it's almost 7:30... You should probably be getting back soon. Isn't YG strict about this stuff?" For the briefest moment, she looked a little heartbroken, but her melancholy facial expression was quickly replaced with a understanding smile. "You're right... I have a responsibility to my company". That millisecond of sadness, however small, tugged at your heartstrings. Wasn't it weird to feel so dedicated to just a friend? In any case, you weren't about to let her walk home alone. "Jisoo, let me walk back with you." "It's getting dark though! Don't you remember what happened last time it-" "I knew you were gonna bring that up!" You interjected, laughing. She laughed along good-naturedly.  "Just let me walk with you. We don't get to see each other often." "It's getting colder, you might get sick. I would hate that." She looked worried. "If I was going to get sick from the cold I already have, it's almost freezing out here." You patted her on the head and smiled beneath your cap. "Come on, let's go." "Alright, alright...". She smiled at her feet. You walked back along the path and then along the city sidewalks. The park was not far from her dorm, but somehow you wished it was. It was now three blocks away, and you knew your time with her was coming to an end. "I really wish we could spend more time together," you said suddenly. "I mean... I like to keep my friends close, is all." Jisoo looked up at the sky and grinned. "What about that friend of yours who moved to Kwangju? You don't see them often but you're still close with them, right?" Her dorm was just one block away now. "It's not the same. Well, I guess, I mean..." Your voice trailed off. "Isn't it, though?" She stopped and smiled sadly at you. You both stood in front of the dorm. The street you had turned onto was somewhat empty, and suddenly you felt very alone with her. Her eyes met yours for a few seconds before she looked down at her feet for the second time that night. "Jisoo, is there... Something wrong?" You stepped closer to her. You watched a tear roll down her cheek, leaving a streak of red where it fell. Filled with worry and overcome with empathy, you stepped closer and pulled her into a tight hug. "What's wrong? Is it something I said? I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." You held her close. Seeing her cry, even slightly, made you feel incredibly upset. After a minute, you slowly loosened your grip and she pulled away slightly, wiping her eyes with her coat sleeves. Her face was flushed from the cold and from crying, and her mascara had smeared a little around eyes, but somehow she was still stunning to you. You had always considered her to be beautiful, but it astonished you how pretty she looked, even piled up in winter clothes and tearing up. Her chuckled suddenly, still looking ever so intently at her feet. "I guess... It's kind of stupid, isn't it? I mean... I have been your best friend for years, and... We were so young when we met, but... I'm a mature adult now, I should be able to just say how I feel without getting like this." She sighed. "Jisoo?..." "It's like... It's like, our friendship has meant everything to me in the past but it's not enough now, because... Because... I love you." She stared at you. "And I'm not really in any position to love anyone right now, am I?" Your heart pounded in your chest, your throat felt choked up. She smiled sadly once more at you. "I wish things weren't this way." You didn't know how to tell Jisoo what you felt, but you couldn't leave her there with no response. You leaned forward and kissed her gently, softly, because you couldn't find your words and because the realization hit you violently. The realization that you loved Jisoo - and that you had for a very long time. The kiss ended as suddenly as it began, and although it was brief, your cheeks felt very hot, despite the cold. Jisoo stared at you with her pretty eyes, surprised at your gesture. "Jisoo, I want to say, that... Things are not the way you think they are. I mean, they are, but... You should realize that no one can tell you how to feel, and that these things are hard but, I don't want you to give up on us before anything has begun. I won't be told not to feel the way I do, and the way I feel is that... I love you too." The words spilled out of your mouth, you couldn't stop them. Her face was as pink as yours. "Do you really think it's worth a shot?" A tiny smile crept onto her lips. "I'd give it a million shots for you." She hugged you this time, burying her head in your shoulder. Your arms wrapped around her instinctively and you held each other like that for several minutes. This kind of love would be difficult. It wouldn't be easy on either of you. You knew that, she knew that. But it was passionate, and it was strong, and the truth donned upon you that you had both been in love for longer than you ever would've realized. That night, before she walked back up to her dormroom, she kissed you on the cheek and said she was sorry for not telling you sooner. And you told her that you were sorry for not realizing sooner. When you watched Jisoo leave you to enter the dorm, you felt foolish for not interpreting your feelings for her correctly. You left that night on a note of hope and of optimism, for although you did not see the friendship for what it was ages ago, you did now. It was, undoubtedly, love.

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~Admin Jo

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