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abandoned-anemoia · 2 years

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☯ Pairing: Idol of choice x fem!reader (3rd person) ☯ Genre: fluff (with a little angst) ☯ Word count: 1k ☯ Warnings: mentions of food ☯ A/N: I wrote this while deep in my thoughts about Changkyun of Monsta X but decided it should be a “choose your own character” situation. I greatly appretiate any interaction! Please Let me know if I need to add any warnings! ☯Disclaimer: None of my work represents any of the idols included in any way. This is merely fictional and all based on my opinion as a joke! I have nothing against any of these idols and love them all dearly.

Please do not copy, translate, or post as your own!

After touring, all he wants is to do is see her.

The softness of the blanket wrapped around her keeps her warm on the chilly Friday night. The rain falling outside taps softly on the window. The moon shines brightly in the charcoal sky, slipping through the window and softly illuminating the room. The soothing smell of lavender wafts through the small apartment as the candle sitting on the coffee table burns.

He gazes at her from the doorway. She sits on the couch, peacefully looking out the window. She hadn't even heard him come in. She seems to be lost in thought, staring out the window. He smiles, knowing she was only in the living area this close to midnight to see him when he came home. He almost hated to interrupt and lose sight of her focused look.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He spoke softly so as to not startle her.

She turns her gaze from the window to where the voice came from. How long had he stood there, staring?

"My thoughts cost more than that. I have rent to pay." She teases him, letting out a chuckle.

He laughs. He missed this. He missed her. It had been too long. His schedule barely gives him time to breathe, let alone be home. To be with her—the love of his life. The woman who is so patient with both him and his schedule.

She gets up, tugging the blanket closer to her body, and walks over to him. It's late. She thinks. She assesses the dark rings under his eyes and his wet hair and clothes from the pouring rain outside. She can tell he's trying to hide it but he's shivering slightly.

"Go take a warm shower. Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat while you're in the shower. Then we can get some rest." The words rush out of her mouth as she discards the blanket she had wrapped around her. She uses the discarded blanket to wipe the rain drops that littered his face.

He stares at her while she dotes over him. Cute. She's always worried about him. She has never complained, just taken the initiative and cared for him.

"Don't worry about that, I ate on the plane." She nods to acknowledge his words but seems to be in another world.

"You're still going to take a warm shower." Her voice is strong. There was no changing her mind.

"The rain is coming down hard enough to be considered a pressure wash. I have to be clean already." He jokes but the stern look she gives him as she rolls her eyes tells him all he needs to know. Don't try me.

He concedes, knowing she would not allow him to ignore her request. He makes his way through her room and to the attached bathroom. Running the shower at the warmest temperature, he peels off his wet clothing and steps under the tepid spray of water.

While he is showering, she is warming up some food she had kept in her refrigerator. She wasn't sure when he would be home so she had yet to make anything for either of them to eat, but she wouldn't be telling him that.

He saunters into the kitchen, having noticed she wasn't in the bedroom when he exited the shower, hair wet and sticking to his forehead. He didn't bother putting on a shirt, knowing he wouldn't sleep in one anyway. Standing next to the bar, he waits for her to turn around, confused as to what she was doing.

She knows he is there but pays him no mind, continuing to gather food for him despite his assurance from before. Turning towards him and placing the meal on the countertop, she encourages him to sit down by motioning to a stool tucked under the bar.

Taking a seat on the stool, he sends her a tired smile. He had been awake for most of the plane ride, having not quite been on a set sleep schedule. The love he has for her swells inside of him as he realizes just how much she cares—how she missed him as much as he had missed her.

She lays a kiss on his cheek before sitting next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder as she rests her eyes—or at least she thought she would rest her eyes, waiting for him to finish eating. It doesn't take long for him to notice that he breathing has evened out and her body is slumping against his own.

Finishing the last bit of food, he looks down at her, her features are soft and he could see her eyelids twitch as her eyes flick around them. She's gorgeous. He carefully moves his body to lift her into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom.

He gently maneuvers her body so he can pull back the sheets and tuck her underneath them. She stirs but does not seem to be awake. Once she is safely tucked in bed, he turns to make his way back out of the room to clean up the dish he left on her bar. He doesn't make it far as she reaches out to grab his hand before mumbling out a soft, "Don't leave again."

His face falls, knowing she was awake enough to catch his arm yet sleepy enough to believe he would leave her immediately after coming home. Home. He has always stayed over at her place, yet never called it home. No. She was home. Not her apartment—not without her.

He slips under the covers and pulls her against him, muted words attempt to come out of his lips, "I won't ever leave you." He can't say that though. He knows he will have to leave on another tour again—knows he will rarely get time to see you between schedules. He feels as if he doesn't deserve you but knows you would tell him otherwise. Sighing, he squeezes her closer and closes his eyes. He feels nothing but content as he holds his entire world in his arms and falls asleep.

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yumiyue07 · 4 days

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Through Fire and Blood

｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★ POV: K-idol x reader

H/N = His name Y/N = Your name

M/N1 = Member 1’s name (choose any member of your bias’ group) M/N2 = Member 2’s name (choose any member of your bias’ group) M/N3 = Member 3’s name (choose any member of your bias’ group)

Trigger warning: swearing, violence ｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

Shortly after his team set off, the first clues arrived. M/N1 and M/N2 came into the office, their expressions grave.

"We found the driver," M/N1 reported, his voice filled with a mix of relief and concern. "He was unconscious somewhere near our garage. It looks like he was sedated and hidden under blankets, so he wouldn't immediately catch the eye. I suspect the kidnapper didn't want to waste so much time and, therefore, left him lying nearby."

H/N's face remained etched with tension and worry. "Or he wanted us to find him easily to get the information we need," he replied, his voice strained.

"That could also be the case," M/N1 responded, nodding. "He's slowly coming to. As soon as he's conscious, we'll question him."

"Good," H/N responded tersely, his voice strained. The tension and worry etched deeply on his face were unmistakable. It was clear that he was growing increasingly desperate.

"We'll find her and bring her back unharmed. Don't worry, boss," M/N2 said, attempting to inject some optimism into the room.

H/N nodded absently, his mind racing with a mix of fear and anger. His normally composed demeanor was fractured by the intense emotions battling within him.

The room fell silent as H/N stared at his desk, his fists clenched. A storm of emotions raged inside him: worry for you, disappointment that he couldn't protect you as he had promised, and unbridled anger at the bastard who had dared to kidnap you.

He had always been the protector, the one who kept you safe from the dangers of his world. The thought of you in the hands of a captor made his blood boil. The fear of losing you gnawed at him, but he couldn't afford to let it paralyze him. You were his everything, and he would move heaven and earth to bring you back safely. He had to act, and fast. The clock was ticking, and failure was not an option.

Suddenly, the door was wrenched open, the force of it snapping H/N back to the present. He immediately jumped up and ran around his desk. Standing in the doorway, breathing heavily, was M/N3.

"Boss, sorry to barge in like this. This letter has just been delivered for you."

H/N's eyes widened as he snatched the letter, tearing it open with a jerk. A bloodstained necklace tumbled out, clattering ominously on the desk. H/N's pulse quickened, his mind going blank for a moment. The others in the room stared at the necklace, exchanging uneasy glances.

"They hurt her," H/N whispered, disbelief and fury mingling in his voice." We have to find her now!" he shouted, his rage erupting. He slammed his fist on the desk, the sound echoing in the tense silence. "I’m going to disintegrate him for hurting Y/N. This fucking bastard!"

As he struggled to compose himself, his phone buzzed with a new message. An unknown number had sent him a photo. He opened it with trembling hands and froze. Your bound, bloodied hands were visible, drops of blood staining the floor beneath them.

The message read: "Let's play a game. Try to find her. If you're late, she'll die. You have until midnight."

H/N felt a wave of nausea wash over him at the sight of your bloodied hands and the message. He would lose you if he couldn't find you in time.

M/N1, noticing the sudden change in his boss's demeanor, rushed to his side.

"Boss, what's going on?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. As H/N handed him the phone, M/N1's expression darkened. The tension in the room was palpable as they all processed the grim message. Glancing at the clock, they realized they had a mere eight hours to rescue you.

"We need to act fast. She could be anywhere," M/N1 said firmly, taking charge of the situation. He instructed the others to check on the chauffeur and bring him in for questioning. "By the way, who delivered this letter, M/N3?"

"It was a man on a motorcycle. He threw the letter at one of our men outside and disappeared immediately," M/N3 replied, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and anger.

M/N2 and M/N3 dashed to the door, their urgency evident.

Meanwhile, M/N1 stayed by H/N's side, offering reassurance. "We'll find her, boss. I promise you. She means as much to us as she does to you."

H/N nodded, his mind racing with thoughts of what might be happening to you. He sat in his chair, leaning his arms on the desk with his head in his hands. He knew he couldn't afford to lose hope.

He closed his eyes, your beautiful face immediately filling his mind. H/N's heart ached with guilt. He blamed himself for not protecting you better, for not foreseeing this danger. He should have...let you go back then after saving you from these four degenerated.

But he couldn't deny the hold you had over him. You had enchanted him from the very start. The moment he saw you in the subway station, he knew that you had to be his, his alone, forever. He never wanted to let you go again.

For hurting you, he wanted to stick off their heads, but he refrained himself because he didn't want to scare you further. Your pained and scared look hurt him so much. He just wanted to hold you and take all the pain away.

You blacked out right before his eyes. He caught you immediately, his heart pounding in his chest as he cradled your head. Fear gnawed at him as he wrapped his jacket around you and carried you all the way to his car, pressing you against his body to keep you warm. He took you to his hotel room where he lived. Before meeting you, he didn’t have a place to call home.

He laid you carefully on the bed, tugged you in, and watched you sleep. He didn’t want to leave you for one second. Not even his sleepiness could steal him away from you. When you tried to escape the room, he wanted to laugh out loud but refrained himself. As if you, little bunny, could escape a wolf that easily…

Your confused cute look, the way you thanked him, the way you shyly looked at him and blushed made his heart flutter. He couldn't deny the strong connection he felt with you, the way you seemed to complete him. He realized that he had found something truly special in you, something that he had never experienced before. A warmth spread through him, a feeling that was both unfamiliar and intoxicating.

On the next day, he drove you home. Before you got out of the car, he took all his courage and asked for your number, his voice barely a whisper "Just in case you might end up in trouble again and needed help. Nothing more…," he added, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. He may look like a dangerous man, but when it came to love, he was a clumsy novice.

To his surprise, you gave him your number. "Just in case," you said, blushing. He was so happy that he wanted to scream, but instead, he kept it cool. His heart was pounding in his chest as he realized that you might actually be interested in him.

He helped you out of the car and watched you go, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and hope. He knew that this was just the beginning, and he was determined to make things right between you.

He texted you every day, his messages filled with a mix of casual conversation and subtle hints of his feelings. He didn't want to pressure you, but he couldn't help but hope that you felt the same way about him.

On the day you suggested to go and grab a coffee or tea, he was the happiest man on earth. The attraction between the both of you was undeniable, a magnetic force that pulled you closer together with every passing moment. A few days later, you started officially dating, and his world was turned upside down.

The more time he spent with you, the more space you took up in his thoughts, in his heart, in his soul. You became his home, the reason for his existence. He was willing to give everything for you, to protect you, to cherish you, to love you unconditionally.

A tale of two souls finding each other in the most unexpected of circumstances…

With a frustrated growl, he slammed his fist down on the table, sending objects crashing to the floor. "Dammit! I'll tear that bastard apart," he swore, his voice laced with anger. M/N1, understanding the depth of his boss's anguish, offered a comforting hand on his shoulder. Just as M/N1 was about to respond, a message buzzed on his phone.

"Boss, the chauffeur's awake and waiting in the meeting room with M/N2 and M/N3," he read out loud.

Without hesitation, H/N rose to his feet. "Let's move," he said, determination burning in his eyes. As he strode out of the room, he could feel the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him. But he was determined to see this through, to bring you back home safely.

To be continued...

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Who will win this game...

Stay tuned for part 8!

Love, YumiYue 🌙

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Disclaimer: This story is a work of fan fiction inspired by Stray Kids’ song “Freeze”. All characters and events are fictional and are not intended to represent real people or events.

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zuzu-theories · 2 years

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The last idol picture you saved is your valentine. Who is it?

#kpop #bts #monsta x #exo #stray kids #kpop idol #got7 #red velvet #blackpink #twice #b.a.p #day6 #the rose #block b #wanna one #seventeen #nct #astro

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jonghyuns-husband · 2 years

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What your K-pop fandom says about you!

BTS - You’re either under the age of 18 or this is the first ever group you got into.

TXT - You only got into them because BTS mentioned them.

BLACKPINK - You’re either under the age of 21 or you definitely ship Lizkook as a joke.

TWICE - You’re either male or a lesbian/bisexual woman that makes jokes about Dahyun literally hooking up with the other members.

Monsta X - This group either helped you to come out or you’re just whipped for Wonho like the rest of us.

Seventeen - You’re sick and tired of telling new fans why there are thirteen members instead of seventeen.

SHINee - You’re either over the age of 25, a parent, or thinking about having children in the future when the time is right. Or you’re probably a minor who is whipped for Taemin!

Stray Kids - You’re under 25, single and happy with your life. Also, you (will) have a mind of a teenager in your 20s and may possibly follow through in your 30s.

NCT - You have more than one bias. Ain’t no way you have only one with this many people in one group-

The Boyz - You often wonder what could be their chatroom name could be called due to their group name.

Loona - I’m not going to be mean with this one — You’re probably a kind hearted person who loves dresses and skirts because they’re cute and that’s it. Probably even shop for yourself or someone you love and is VERY good at designing outfits.

Red Velvet - J-just say it… they’re hot, isn’t it? Also you girls probably only like them because of that meme of Taemin getting beaten up by Seulgi and Wendy.

Girls’ Generation/SNSD - You’re DEFINITELY a guy that faps off to them or a girl that loves their concepts and probably feels nostalgic even hearing about them.

Super Junior/SUJU - You have daddy issues.

EXO - You’re probably between the ages of 16-30 and you also have daddy issues. Also if your biases are Kai, Baekhyun, Suho, Lay, or Chen, you’re DEFINITELY an adult. If you guys were old enough, you had also DEFINITELY had simped for Lu Han and had played Lu with the speakers on loud because you was an idiot who thought your parents weren’t home. Also yes, I have friends.

BIGBANG - Listening to them is just nostalgic to you just- ALL THE SONGS ARE SO- UGHHHHHH THERE’S NO WAY YOU HAVEN’T HEARD ANY OF THEIR SONGS IF YOU HAD BEEN A FAN AROUND 2010-2014

DAY6 - IF THIS IS YOUR GROUP, THEN YOU’RE PROBABLY BRAGGING THAT WE STARTED THE KOREAN ROCK BAND TREND FIRST NOT XDINARY HEROES OR TXT (also we’re better — kidding I love the others too)

2NE1 - Nah, you know this is one of the best and most nostalgic group on the list I don’t care if people hate it I love it and that’s all matters-

Aespa - You probably stanned this group because either because they give the same vibe as BLACKPINK or because you just like their songs.

Shinhwa - You’re probably wondering “when will they disband” in the most non toxic and disrespectful manner possible. Also you’re probably like over the age of 25 if you stanned them for more than a decade.

P1Harmony - You probably stanned them just for Keeho, or something related to him. I mean, who doesn’t love this guy?

TVXQ/DBSK - DAMN- YOU LIKE THIS GROUP? Well you must definitely living your best life and I do hope that both sides of your pillow is cold. Share your pride with your fandom please — I’m so proud of you honey. Especially if you’re under the age of 18, ily.

ITZY - You’re definitely under 18, and probably a girl group fan. You have a bestie that is a Loona stan and probably wants to have a pink aesthetic for your room.

Dreamcatcher - Definitely a real feminist and cares for other male survivors as well as the female ones. Also seggsy af-

SuperM - Your bias is definitely Taemin and your bias wreckers HAS to be either Baekhyun, Kai or Ten. Also you have daddy issues.

TREASURE - You dumbasses are probably going to ask me “aM i A mEmBeR oF tReAsUrE” just because one of the members has the same name and (coincidentally) is Japanese.

IKON - You’re sick and tired of 8 year old boys dancing and singing “Love Scenario” and saying that it comes from Fortnite and not from the K-pop group itself.

Block B - You’re sick and tired of people making fun of your fandom name… J-just stop it… that’s not it…

Mamamoo - Where did y’all go? They were only known for that one song and that’s it. They seemed like a cool group to get into, probably still making nice music. I’d have to listen to them eventually.

OH MY GIRL - Bet you loved the dolphin cult era, right? The only time people can remember that your fandom exists. Anywho, you probably spam in every comment section that annoying ass “DA 🐬 DA 🐬 DA 🐬” song on Tiktok, YouTube, Instagram- EVERYWHERE-

Let me know if I missed anyone out!

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everywhere-all-around-the-world · 5 months

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ikykwklk-ash · 5 months

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Lmao💪🏻😼

#skz #stray kids #seungmin #changbin #felix #han jisung #jeongin #lee know #bang chan #hyunjin #day6 #txt #tomorrow x together #jhope #bts #the rose

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lisanamjoon · 1 year

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#polls #kpop polls #day6 #gidle #monsta x #ten #nct 127 #eric nam #jackson wang #blackpink #bts #hyo

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junohhhh · 10 months

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how about to settle these “fan wars” we just put all the fandoms in a hunger games simulation and may the true best one win (the idols can be our mentors lmfaooo)

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amelee23 · 2 years

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Ally | Optional Bias

Pairing: Optional Male Bias x Female Reader (but! the characters are drinking whiskey so both the bias and the reader must be of legal drinking age.)

Genre: Fluff, slightly suggestive (?)

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Sharing whiskey from mouth to mouth, french kissing, they're way too in love with each other and everything is super poetically dramatic, they're super supporting and praise each other a lot, reader has nasty coworkers, nicknames like warrioress, queen, love, darling

Word count: 1.579

A/N: This was Kihyun brainrot (Monsta X) but I wrote it as optional bias so that everyone can enjoy it :) Let me know who you imagined in the story!

Light invaded the apartment as soon as the switch was hit. Throwing his suit jacket on the back of the couch, your man pulled his tie loose while heading straight to his high cupboard in the back of the kitchen. That's where he kept the whiskey.

"I wonder if they ever get tired of being so goddamn fake." Your anger was still aparent, turning your words cold and harsh.

"I cannot understand where people's priorities lie, honestly." He backed you up, his voice on the verge of achieving calmness, but not quite there yet. He was still irritated, and the two clear glasses clinked as he set them down on the low height table next to the couch. He opened the whiskey bottle and poured himself a shot, straight. A tiny sip was all it took for him to sigh, a hand running through his hair and leaving it messy on his forehead.

You were finally faced with such a great opportunity - you and your boyfriend had the opening to collaborate on a work project, putting your talents to great use and his just as much. It was something that left both of you sparkling with joy and excitement, but we all know life has it's ways to mess things up. Now you're sitting in his kitchen, angry and exhasperated because your workmates seem to be sabotaging you. Insulting your ideas, finding inexistent flaws in your work ethic and twisting your words until you were about to commit murder if your boyfriend didn't stop you. You've been mumbling, scheming with him the whole night, planning ahead of how to take the project back into your hands properly. He agreed with your every word, anger and stress consuming him just as much. He invited you to his place so that you two could unwind after the events and try to distract yourselves. Many people called you crazy, considering that you haven't dated him long, just a few months - but no man has ever made you feel this supported, this heard before. You went from friends to lovers specifically because you've never felt such a strong trust bond with anyone, and even if it turned out to doom you later - he felt worth the risk. That's what your heart said, damned be your mind.

You took a deep breath. It's okay, it's going to be okay. You're gonna make it through, gonna put things back on track. You believed in your power and his combined - the cruel ocean and the unstoppable wind mashing together in a tsunami, ready to swallow and drown any opposing structures.

Once your eyes landed on his, you couldn't part them. He was so raw, so disheveled, in the dim light coming all the way from the kitchen. His tie was barely hanging on to the white collar dress shirt, the first button undone to let the chill creep to his chest. One knee was risen on the couch, his wrist resting on it, fingers round his whiskey glass. He wasn't paying attention to you, looking down at the floor, seemingly lost in thought. Absentmindedly, he raised the glass to his lips to take a sip, and that's when his eyes flicked up and found your shape across the room. He gulped shortly and smiled, his face warming up despite the piercing cold glare he had in his eyes seconds ago.

"I'm sorry, darling." He cooed sweetly. "Should I have poured you a glass too?" You smiled back at him, taking the necessary steps to reach him.

"No, yours will do." He rose an eyebrow at your answer, but the warmth never left his face. He was awfully curious, though. "Keep your mouth open." You told him, grabbing the whiskey glass from in between his legs. He had a questioning look on now, as he watched your every movement.

You took a large amount of whiskey in your mouth then laid the glass back on the table. It sure packed a punch, its sweet taste almost nauseating, you could feel the burn even if you never swallowed. You kept the whiskey in your mouth as you crawled over him - he helped you settle in his lap, your form towering over his, your lips just above his. Playful, his tongue darted to lick your lips, before he slightly parted his and allowed you to the same, the whiskey slipping into his mouth drop by drop. He moaned, and it was as if he was calling upon the angels, in such a sinful situation. The whiskey burned his tongue, his throat, as he swallowed against your mouth, and you did the same. It was strong, too strong, intoxicating you much more than a normal drink should; and it wasn't the alcohol's fault. You both wanted more, searching for remnants of that sweet taste on each other's tongues. But it wasn't rough or rushed, no, you somehow still had the patience to be slow and sensual, your taste buds both burning and exploding. Gently, you kissed the drop of liquid that escaped the corner of his lips, before it became burdensome due to stickiness.

"Your kisses burn my throat, darling." He mused poetically, his eyes dazed but trying his best to look into your eyes, like he was hanging on the edge.

Something sparked inside of you, and suddenly your fingers were holding his face, the side of his neck, anything they could to pull him closer to your mouth, kissing him, but not gently. No, not anymore - now you were hungry, there was a fire in your soul, an ache only he could fix. He was hanging onto you for dear life, his fingers grasping at your hips. He wanted to pull you closer, but was there even a closer to pull you into? You were already living inside him, his mind, his heart, his soul. And god, he loved it when you ravished him, those moments when he forgets he wasn't yours ever since time began to exist. Because it feels right, it feels like that's actually how it is, how it always has been. He's yours.

You had no more air in you lungs when you pulled away, but you were both so happy. So, so happy to just breathe, foreheads glued to each other, warmth traveling every ounce of your bodies.

"I want this to last forever." He whispered to you, his lips moving close to your cheek, his breath tickling you.

"Sharing whiskey in the dim light?" You joked innocently, tipping his chin up with a finger, so he'd look straight into your eyes. Those eyes, they will be the end of him from the way they bewitch him.

"As much as I'd love to be drunk on you forever, no." He replied to your joke, a smirk creeping on both your faces. "This intensity. This alliance." He gave you the real answer, but this time he was quite solemn. "I never thought I'd ever feel so safe with another human being." It's like he's reading your mind. For a second, you ponder if you are even separate being to begin with. You were so eager to tell him you feel the exact same, but he kept talking and you didn't want to interrupt him. "God, I feel like I can win any goddamn fight life throws at me with you by my side." You caressed his face with your thumb, gifting him a look that could only be described as pure love. "And I'll be damned if I don't help you win every fight as well."

"You'll fight for me?" He hummed in response at your quiet voice, closing his eyes in delight at your gentle touches. But then, he reached out to also hold your face in his hands. You were a mess of tangled arms, but the moment was sincere.

"My love, my warrioress, my queen, you're so powerful."

It's not that you were going to argue, but part of it was also because of him. He was empowering you, the was giving wind behind your wings on a daily. You've been more powerful, invincible even, since he showed up in your life.

"I am?" You cooed, and he answered in a single breath, without thinking.

"Yes."

"How powerful?" You asked, a glint of mischief in your eyes. You were getting a little cocky from the praise, but he wasn't bothered. He pondered for a second, in search of the right words, but the smile he wore was fond.

"So powerful that anyone would have to be crazy to cross you." You laughed, memories of the messy evening flooding back to you. Maybe you were a little too harsh on your colleagues. Maybe. "So powerful that every day I yearn to become stronger and better myself, so that I can stand next to you as an ally and be deserving of your love and effort."

"You deserve it all, my love." You reassured him, caressing him, pecking his face softly.

"I want to be your ally forever." He repeated, and you nodded.

"Me too. I'd love that." He softly pulled you into his chest, and you melted in between his arms, your ears getting closer to the sound of his heartbeat, the melody of his love beating for you. He held you so close, so dear, and the safety of your presence allowed him to close his eyes, and behind his eyelids he dreamt of forever.

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Fly Me To The Moon | k.yh | day6

Falling | j.hs | bts

Into the I-LAND | j.hs | bts

the other girl | h.hj | skz

All Alone | k.yh | day6

I’m Yours | k.yh | day6

you broke me first | k.is | sf9

Mean It | k.yb | sf9

Help Me Lose My Mind | h.js | skz

Rain Dance | h.js | skz

Crush | l.mh | skz

SLUMP (English Version) | h.js | skz

2021

2 Soon | l.ch | svt

Let Me In (20 CUBE) | p.sh | enha

Viva La Vida | k.yh | day6

Heartbeat | k.yh | day6

WAYO (songfic mini-series) | treasure

5 In The Morning | l.ch | svt

Please Never Fall In Love Again | h.js | skz

Wings | k.sw | tbz

Guiding Light | y.jw | enha

The Middle | p.sh | enha

Dirty Mind | k.sw | tbz

Lunchbox Friends | l.hs | enha

Please Never Fall In Love Again | j.jk | bts

Tidal Wave | j.jk | bts

Decalcomania | j.jk | bts

Why | j.jk | bts

Golden Dandelions | k.th | bts

Leave Before You Love Me | p.jm | bts

SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY | j.jk | bts

Blue Side (Outro) | j.hs | bts

Sparks | j.jk | bts

better off | k.nj | bts

Anchor | k.th | bts

drunk | j.jk | bts

2022

Astronomy | j.jk | bts

Problémon | j.hs | bts

hostage | bts

Lo Vas A Olvidar | p.jm | bts

Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship) | j.jk | bts

Night Swim | j.jk | bts

Daddy Issues | j.jk | bts

AURORA | ateez

come out and play | j.jk | bts

Euphoria (DJ Swivel Mix) | j.jk | bts

Wildfire | j.jk | bts

Like Real People Do | j.jk | bts

Airplane Mode | j.jk | bts

Heaven’s Cloud | l.ch | svt

Wicked Game | l.ch | svt

The A Team | l.ch | svt

Cold War | j.jk | bts

Valley of Lies | txt

8 | j.jk | bts

Speed of Light | a.g

We’ll Never Have Sex | a.g

Love It If We Made It | a.g

Little Black Dress | j.jk | bts

Grayson | j.jk | bts

Sports | j.jk | bts

Little Lion Man | j.jk | bts

Bittersweet | k.sj | bts

Forever | j.jk | bts

Cocoon | j.jk | bts

Bathroom Bitch | j.jk | bts

2023

Habits | m.yg & j.jk | bts

Dog Teeth | k.th | bts

Something For Your M.I.N.D | j.jk | bts

WILD | j.jk | bts

Come Inside of My Heart | j.hs | bts

Tally | k.nj | bts

Mejuffrou Sonneblom | j.hs | bts

Poetic Vulgarity | k.nj | bts

Dumped | m.yg | bts

Lost In Japan | j.hs | bts

Humankind | k.sj | bts

VOID | p.jm | bts

Letter | p.jm | bts

The News | j.jk | bts

Scrawny | j.jk | bts

Pools | k.th | bts

for him | k.sj | bts

Face Down | j.jk | bts

Deploy | k.th | bts

21 | j.jk | bts

Hope | p.jm | bts

Mix Tape | k.nj | bts

Strawberry Skies | p.jm | bts

Tangerine | k.th | bts

Hoodie | p.jm | bts

Pretending | h.js | skz

Moon | p.jm | bts

Anti-Curse | k.nj | bts

Fahrradsattel | j.jk | bts

It’s Only Sex | p.jm | bts

Lovers Rock | j.jk | bts

Miserable (You & Me) | h.js | skz

Fireflies | h.js | skz

Grayson | h.js | skz

Hey Lover | h.js | skz

Sweet Disposition | h.js | skz

Sorry, I Love You | h.js | skz

touch tank | b.ch | skz

Backyard Boy | h.js | skz

Fast Car | b.ch | skz

Creep | h.js | skz

Dream Sweet in Sea Major | h.js | skz

Agnes | l.mh | skz

The Color Violet | h.js | skz

Without Me | h.js | skz

All I Want | j.jk | bts

Wrong Time | h.js | skz

2024

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