#ctto for the rest!!

[atsubie]

ཻུ۪۪𓏵 is it my fate to suffer ? %⃘꯭໋۟🚬

🦷 ⃟͚ ᰭᰭ᳜᳝᳝ᰯ꫶ ▨ུ͏ 𓈒 𝐄𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍, 𝖨

۪ ݁ 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 . ░⃜ ͠♰ ּ 𝅄 ֗ ۫

[aurxllia]

002 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ what kind of lover will phainon be ? (neutral reader)

I feel like Phainon will be a whole green forest. He pays attention to the small details because he knew they matter more than the big things. Also because he learned that it can make your significant other feel loved and wanted. Which what he wanted for you to feel.

No doubt that Phainon loves you SO MUCH. He meant every praise and affection he gives you. He talks about you behind your back to Mydei. How your eyes lit up whenever he arrives home at your shared apartment, how he gives you sweet little letters every time he leaves for work and your reaction to them, and many more.

He never forgets to kiss you before leaving for work and before drifting off to sleep in your arms and shared bed. And if he does, he would feel guiltier than he did when he broke Mydei's favorite watch (he forgave him when phainon bought him a new one).

He also cooks good. He's the type of lover who doesn't care about you gaining weight. It's natural and part of life. Besides, there's more to love, right? Sometimes, he'd get a little irritated that you didn't breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Food is so important, and he keeps that in mind, especially with you.

And every time you're doing it, he spoils you with so many praises and kisses. He won't go rough on you unless you wanted him to. The biggest fear that he harbors is hurting you.

It was clear that you're the most important person in his life. He thanked the stars every night as he stared at your peaceful slumbered expression as his arm was draped around your waist lazily. He knew he was truly lucky to have you.

And this night was one of those nights wherein he thanked the gods and the stars above. He also recalled everything he did earlier in the day.

"Why do you look so nervous?" Mydei deadpanned at Phainon. He knew his friend well. His expression says it all. He was nervous.

"I'm quite anxious on how all of this will turn out... what if they say no?" Phainon let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Are you serious? We're still in the process of buying a ring for them. This is just the beginning." Mydei shook his head, crossing his arms.

Yes, they were standing in front of a jewelry store. The very first step of Phainon's plan into asking you to be his forever.

A faint smile curled on his lips when he thought about how nervous he was earlier in the day. He got the ring anyway. Carefully hidden away.

In just a few days, he's about to ask you the most important question.

His only desire was to spend the rest of his life with you.

© AURIE 2025 | do not copy and don't repost on other platforms without permission. all dividers provided in this post are not mine, ctto.

[siilent-wanderer]

Caught on Cam

Summary: At an award show, Jimin struggles to keep her composure as Y/N’s casual touches and effortless charm leave her flustered — and fans buzzing with theories. Meanwhile, the other aespa members quietly piece things together, waiting for the couple to share their secret in their own time.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k words

Yu Jimin (Karina) x aespa 5th member! reader

A/N: ctto of the pictures :>

The Golden Disc Awards were always a big deal. Glittering lights, a star-studded audience, and the perfect blend of elegance and chaos that came with every major event. For aespa, it was yet another night to shine. But for Jimin, it felt like walking on a tightrope — balancing her role as the composed leader while navigating the new, secret layer of her life: being Y/N’s girlfriend.

They were only a month into their relationship, and neither of them had confirmed their relationship to the other girls yet. It wasn’t that they didn’t trust them; it just felt too new, too precious to put into words.

The group had been seated near the middle of the arena, their seats offering a perfect view of the stage. Y/N was at the end, with Jimin right beside her, followed by Yizhuo, Aeri, and Minjeong. Y/N’s placement was purely coincidental — or so Jimin told herself.

As the night unfolded, the cameras were everywhere, capturing every glance, every laugh, every whisper. Jimin was used to it by now, but tonight, she was hyper-aware of Y/N’s every move.

The younger girl had a way of getting under her skin in the most effortless way. It wasn’t intentional — at least Jimin hoped it wasn’t — but every time Y/N leaned over to talk to Yizhuo or Aeri, she would place a hand on Jimin’s leg, as if to steady herself. The warmth of her touch seeped through the thin fabric of Jimin’s dress, sending tiny sparks racing up her spine.

Jimin sat frozen the first time it happened, her gaze darting to Y/N, who was giggling at something Yizhuo had said. She looked completely at ease, unaware of the chaos she was causing in Jimin’s chest.

The second time, Y/N’s hand lingered a moment longer, her thumb brushing against Jimin’s knee absentmindedly. Jimin felt her cheeks heat up, and she quickly reached for her water bottle, hoping the cool liquid would calm her nerves.

Y/N, oblivious to the flustered state she was leaving her girlfriend in, continued chatting with the girls.

The leader found herself stealing glances at Y/N throughout the night. She couldn’t help it. The way the soft light caught on Y/N’s necklace, the way her smile lit up her entire face, the way she seemed so effortlessly confident — it all left Jimin in awe.

I can’t believe she’s mine, Jimin thought, her heart swelling.

At one point, Y/N turned to her with a smile, their eyes meeting for a brief moment. Jimin’s breath caught in her throat. Y/N’s smile softened, her gaze lingering just long enough to make Jimin’s heart race before turning back to Yizhuo.

Unbeknownst to them, the cameras weren’t just focused on the stage. Fans with eagle eyes and quick reflexes had already captured several moments between the two.

One clip showed Y/N leaning close to Jimin, her hand casually resting on Jimin’s knee as she whispered something to her. Jimin, ever composed, nodded slightly, but her flushed cheeks and shy smile didn’t go unnoticed.

Another video showed Jimin stealing a glance at Y/N when she thought no one was looking, her expression so soft it left fans in a frenzy.

“THE WAY JIMIN LOOKS AT Y/N 😭😭” “Did Y/N just put her hand on Jimin’s leg? HELLO???” “jimin def stronger than me cuz I would’ve kissed y/n on the mouth if she kept acting like that 😭💀”

By the time the award show was halfway through, the hashtag #Y/Nrina was trending worldwide.

During intermission, Yizhuo leaned over, a sly grin on her face. “Unnie, are you okay? You’ve been fidgeting all night.”

Jimin blinked, startled. “What? I’m fine.”

Yizhuo's eyes darted to Y/N, who was now scrolling through her phone. “Sure, unnie,” she said, her grin widening. “Totally fine.”

Aeri, catching on, joined in. “Y/N, do you think Jimin’s okay? She seems… distracted.”

Y/N looked up, her brows furrowing slightly before her gaze landed on Jimin. A small smirk tugged at her lips. “Unnie, are you distracted?”

Jimin shot Aeri a glare before shaking her head. “No, I’m just tired. That’s all.”

“Hmm,” Y/N hummed, leaning closer. “If you say so.”

The proximity made Jimin’s heart stutter. Y/N’s hand brushed against hers by the gap between their seats, a fleeting touch that sent her mind spiraling once again.

As the night drew to a close, aespa took the stage for a performance. Jimin poured her focus into the choreography, the familiar movements grounding her amidst the whirlwind of emotions. Y/N was a natural on stage, her charisma captivating the audience and, of course, Jimin.

When they returned to their seats, Y/N leaned into Jimin’s shoulder, a brief but intimate gesture that left Jimin breathless.

Later that night, when they were back in the privacy of their hotel room, Jimin finally let out the sigh she’d been holding in. “Do you have any idea what you put me through tonight?”

Y/N turned to her, feigning innocence. “What do you mean?”

Jimin narrowed her eyes. “All the touching, leaning, and smiling — you were doing it on purpose, weren’t you?”

The younger girl laughed, stepping closer until she was standing directly in front of her girlfriend. “Maybe a little,” she admitted, her tone teasing. “But only because you’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

Jimin groaned, sitting down on the bed and covering her face with her hands. “The fans are going to figure us out at this rate.”

Y/N gently pulled Jimin’s hands away, her expression softening. “Let them figure it out. I don’t care as long as I have you.”

Her heart melted at the sincerity in Y/N’s voice. She reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from Y/N’s face. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And yet, here you are,” Y/N said with a grin, leaning down to squeeze her girlfriend's cheeks.

For a moment, the chaos of the award show faded away, leaving only the two of them in their little bubble of warmth and affection.

The next morning, Twitter and Instagram were flooded with more fan posts dissecting every interaction from the night before.

“Y/Nrina is the slow burn I didn’t know I needed” “The way Jimin couldn’t stop looking at Y/N... MISS MAAM R U OK???” “they’re so so soooo obvious omg just date already 😭😭” “plot twist: they’re already dating 👀”

Jimin scrolled through the posts, her cheeks burning as she handed the phone to Y/N.

Y/N grinned as she read the captions, one in particular catching her attention. “‘Jimin def stronger than me cuz I would’ve kissed Y/N on the mouth if she kept acting like that,’” she read aloud, laughing. “They’re not wrong, you know.”

Jimin rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. “Just… try not to give them more fuel next time, okay?”

“No promises, unnie,” Y/N said, leaning over to press a quick kiss to Jimin’s cheek.

Meanwhile, in the other girls’ shared hotel room, a low buzz of conversation filled the air as Yizhuo sprawled across the bed, scrolling through her phone.

“Okay, but look at this,” Yizhuo said, holding up her screen to show Aeri and Minjeong. “How is this not proof that Jimin unnie and Y/N are dating? Look at her face!”

The video in question showed Jimin glancing at Y/N with the softest expression imaginable, followed by Y/N resting her hand casually on Jimin’s leg.

Aeri raised an eyebrow, smirking. “She’s not even trying to hide it at this point. The hand on the knee? The stares? Come on.”

Minjeong, seated at the edge of the bed, shook her head with a small smile. “They’re so painfully obvious. I don’t even think they realize how obvious they are.”

Yizhuo sat up, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Should we just ask them? Like, casually? Maybe during lunch?”

Aeri chuckled, leaning back against the headboard. “And ruin the fun? No way. Watching them act all secretive is entertaining.”

Minjeong shrugged. “We could ask, but… they’ll tell us when they’re ready. It’s not like they can keep it hidden forever.”

Yizhuo groaned in mock disappointment. “Fine, but if they keep acting all cutesy like this, I might explode.”

“Not before the fans,” Aeri quipped, tossing a pillow at Yizhuo.

Minjeong laughed, but her voice softened. “Let’s just give them time. It’s theirs to share when they’re ready.”

The three fell into a comfortable silence, exchanging knowing smiles as they glanced toward the door connecting their room to Jimin and Y/N’s.

Jimin sighed, leaning her head back against the couch as Y/N snuggled into her side. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room.

“Do you think the girls know?” Jimin murmured.

Y/N grinned, looking up at her. “Oh, they definitely know.”

Jimin groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I’m so bad at this.”

“You’re perfect at this,” Y/N said softly, pulling Jimin’s hands away. “And when we’re ready, we’ll tell them. For now, let them think they’re the detectives of the century.”

Jimin couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and free. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet again, here we are,” Y/N teased, leaning up to kiss her gently.

Jimin sighed, but the warmth in her chest was undeniable. Being with Y/N wasn’t always easy, but it was worth every flustered moment.

For now, their secret felt like a treasure, tucked safely away — just theirs to hold onto a little longer. And maybe, just maybe, Jimin didn’t mind the world catching glimpses of their happiness.

A/N: yeah this is inspired by some jiminjeong moments during gda 😭 also feel free to send some ideas or requests !

[honeyhaeya]

Adore You 📸

Yoon Jeonghan Fanfiction (oneshot)

Y/N x Yoon Jeonghan - MDNI!!!

GENRE: Fluff, Smut, Fem!Reader x Non-idol!Jeonghan, Photographer!Reader x Client!Jeonghan, Reader x Single Dad!Jeonghan, Angst(?), Suggestive.

>>> Y/N is named Lim Y/N

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Praise Giving, Fingering, Size Kink, Tongue Kissing, Blowjob, Simp!Jeonghan (to you), Swearing, Suggestive, and many showing of adoration from e/o >.< (feel free to tap away if you're not into these.) — (contains 7393 words)

(english is not my first language, so i apologize for any typographical or grammatical errors :/)

Synopsis: You are a photographer meeting a client who requested a photo session with his 4 year old daughter for an album, which is also needed for her school. When you meet them at the studio, the daughter quickly becomes very attached to you, even expressing a desire for you to be her mom. How should you handle the situation? (this is more like a preview, but anyways)

a/n: i only made this because it's been on my mind and i want to write it down. there's really a plot and duhh ofc some smut scenes (im really bad at making smut but yeah, im improving since ive been reading smut works lol). "adore u" by seventeen is related to this story. if you listen to the song, you'll understand why. anyways hope yall like this kind of shit hehe ❤️.

>>>pictures are from 📌, CTTO

It was a busy Monday, and today you had an appointment with your client, Mr. Yoon, for a photoshoot with his daughter. It was supposed to be quick, right? Well, you were wrong.

You arrived at the studio as planned, looking around as you waited. When Mr. Yoon finally appeared, you almost lost your breath. He looked stunning—his long hair cascading gracefully over his delicate, sweet features. It made you wonder how you ever lost touch with him after high school.

“Ah, Mr. Yoon,” you greeted him with a handshake. Your gaze then shifted to the little girl being carried by an older woman nearby. She looked absolutely adorable.

“Good afternoon, let’s skip the formalities,” Jeonghan said, smiling warmly. “We’ll start the photoshoot in a few minutes, so feel free to set up your cameras.” You nodded in response.

As you were setting up the lighting and equipment, you felt a small tug on the hem of your denim skirt. You looked down and saw Jeong-il, the four-year-old daughter of your client. A soft smile spread across your face as you crouched down to her level.

“Yes?” you asked gently, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. She had her father’s eyes, long lashes and pretty hair. And she has those chubby baby cheeks that made you want to pinch them—though, of course, you didn’t.

“Miss, you're really pretty,” Jeong-il said, her tiny hands now resting on your cheeks as she giggled. Her eyes sparkled with innocent admiration.

Compliments had always been tricky for you to handle, despite receiving them often. You just never knew how to react. But there was something about receiving praise from a child that felt different—genuine and unfiltered, unlike the hollow words you sometimes heard from your peers. Not that you're saying that all compliments are a lie. When a child spoke, it felt real, like a reminder that sincerity still existed in the world.

You smiled widely. “Thank you, sweetheart,” you replied, giving her a gentle pat on the head. “Where’s your dad? Should I take you to him?”

She pointed toward Jeonghan, who was seemingly in a phone call. “Daddy’s busy,” she mumbled. You nodded, about to say something when the older woman, presumably her grandmother, approached.

“I’m so sorry for the trouble,” the woman apologized, gently lifting Jeong-il into her arms. “I just looked away for a split second, and she ran off.”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “No trouble at all,” you reassured her.

“Grandma, I want to go to Daddy,” Jeong-il said, her voice small and pleading.

“Alright, let’s go,” the grandmother replied, carrying her off.

“Bye-bye, pretty miss!” the little girl called over her shoulder with a mischievous giggle.

You gave her a cheeky smile and waved back before returning your focus to the set-up. Soon after, the photoshoot began.

Jeonghan looked flawless as always, but his daughter stole the show. You couldn’t stop watching her—she knew exactly how to pose, how to express herself, and it was almost unbelievable how clever she was for her age.

When the shoot wrapped up, Jeonghan came over to review the photos. He stood close, looking through the camera you were holding, and smiled softly as he scrolled through the shots. You couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment longer than necessary. Once he approved the photos, he began to pack up to leave.

Just then, Jeong-il ran toward you, wrapping her little arms around your legs and refusing to let go. Her grandmother tugged at her gently, while Jeonghan tried to coax her.

“Jeong-il, we need to go,” Jeonghan said, a hint of exasperation in his voice as he tried to pull her off you.

“No! I want Mommy to come!” she cried, holding on even tighter. You were taken aback by her words—‘Mommy’? That was unexpected.

Jeonghan sighed. “If you don’t stop, we won’t get ice cream. And this lady isn’t your mother. Let’s go, or I’ll leave you here.”

You smiled sheepishly and leaned down to pick her up. Instantly, she released her grip on your leg and clung to you instead.

“Fine, leave me here. Mommy will take care of me,” she declared stubbornly.

You gently patted her back, trying to ease her grip, but she was surprisingly strong for her size.

“Jeong-il-ah, you have to go now,” you coaxed, but she only began to cry, loudly enough that everyone in the room turned to look. You swore your ears might have bled if you hadn’t stopped her in time.

Now, she was sitting on your lap, sipping banana milk, her head resting against your chest. You could tell she was fighting sleep, but soon enough, she drifted off. Jeonghan carefully took her from your arms and carried her to the car, her grandmother following closely behind.

“You’d make a great mother,” Jeonghan remarked as he gently settled Jeong-il into her seat. You only chuckled in response.

Once everything was settled, Jeonghan turned to you with a grateful smile. “I’m really sorry about that. She’s never acted like this before—I have no idea what got into her.”

“It’s really fine,” you replied, slipping your hands into your jacket pockets.

Jeonghan hesitated for a moment before offering, “Maybe I can treat you to dinner as a thank-you? I’m sure Jeong-il would love to see you again after everything.”

His smile was so warm that you almost stumbled over your words. “Oh, uh, it’s really okay. No need for compensation or anything,” you said, politely declining.

You could have taken the opportunity, but you knew you weren’t ready—not after your last heartbreak. Though Jeonghan’s offer wasn’t a date, the thought of getting involved again made you uneasy.

Your past relationship ended almost a year ago. You and your ex had been together for five years, and you had thought everything was perfect, even through the tough times because he was always there. On your fifth anniversary, you had expected a proposal, maybe because you thought he would after months of telling him about it—but instead, he broke up with you.

At first, you thought it was a joke. But then you saw the seriousness in his eyes. It turned out he had been seeing someone else behind your back, and worse, she was pregnant. He left you without hesitation, as if those five years hadn’t meant a thing. It's like he had to let you go just like there was no five years of relationship that you both went through.

Yes, he's an asshole and that was what made you feel devastated, spiraling into months of depression before you finally picked up the pieces. You were doing well now, but the idea of dating again hadn’t even crossed your mind since then.

Yesterday, Jeonghan had been persistent. No matter how many times you politely declined his invitation to dinner, he kept asking. Like father, like daughter, huh? He only relented when you finally gave in and handed him your number instead. But when he offered to drive you home, the flirting began as soon as he dropped his mom and daughter off at his penthouse. You could have flirted back, but instead, you just chuckled, trying to keep the mood light and avoid any awkwardness.

You had known Jeonghan for years. He had been your classmate throughout high school, and you often had small talks with him every day. It was nice that he always made an effort to approach you, even if it was just for a brief conversation.

Surprisingly, though, he seemed to know more about you. He had always been too shy to talk to you more back then. You were simply too pretty in his eyes, and on top of that, you were always surrounded by your own group of friends. And if there was ever a moment when you were alone, it didn’t last long—boys would come up to you and confess their feelings. Jeonghan had always wanted to do the same, but when he finally mustered the courage to approach you, he would lose his nerve and settle for small talk instead of confessing.

He had been afraid of rejection. After all, you were known in school as the heartbreaker, the girl who turned down every guy who dared to confess. That reputation stuck with you throughout your high school years, and maybe that’s why Jeonghan never found the courage to say what he really felt.

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He couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed when you turned him down the day before. But, he didn’t let it show. He figured you had your reasons. Truth be told, he had specifically hired you for the photoshoot when he saw your name on the list of available photographers. He had always been interested in you (and, of course, he *totally* hadn’t been waiting for you to become available). But all his hopes seemed to slip away when you rejected him.

Despite that, the whole situation with his daughter, Jeong-il, calling you "Mommy" was genuine. He actually liked it when she said that. It made him feel even more drawn to you, like a magnet. Just like his daughter, he couldn’t help but be attached to you. There was something about you that kept pulling people in—or maybe, it was just because he still had a teeny tiny (huge) crush on you, just like he did back in high school.

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Jeonghan was lost in thought, thinking about you as he pushed the cart at a slow pace. His reverie was broken when his mother took over. "Jeonghan, pay attention, will you? We missed the meat aisle," she snapped him back to reality. He sighed inwardly before picking up his little one.

As he stood by the meat section with his mother, he thought he saw a glimpse of you from afar. At first, he dismissed it, thinking he was imagining things, but after a second and third glance, it really was you. For real.

"Jeong-il-ah, look, mommy’s over there," Jeonghan whispered, pointing in your direction. The little girl turned excitedly, her eyes lighting up. Without missing a beat, Jeonghan placed Jeong-il on her feet, and she darted toward you, shouting, "Mommy!!!" Jeonghan smirked but then pretended to be engrossed in something else, acting as if he had no idea what was happening. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You turned your head, surprised to see the little girl rushing toward you, hugging your legs once again like she did before. "Mommy, mommy!" she shouted, making you look around for any signs of Jeonghan or her grandmother. Your friend, who was with you, snickered before quietly stepping away as Jeonghan approached.

You picked up the little girl and smiled at Jeonghan. "I’m not your momm—" you started, but before you could finish, Jeong-il interrupted, stuffing cookies into your mouth. "Mommy, isn’t it yummy? Grandma baked it," she said cheerfully. You chewed on the cookie, trying not to laugh at the overwhelming amount stuffed into your mouth.

Jeonghan stood by, smiling fondly as he watched you with his daughter. His heart fluttered. He couldn’t help but picture you as the mother of his child. If he could, he’d make another baby with you right then and there. "Sweetie, how many times do I have to tell you? She’s not your mother," he scolded gently. "No!" Jeong-il retorted stubbornly.

"It’s alright. I can play pretend," you whispered with a wink, finally managing to swallow the cookies. You didn’t want to upset the little girl, and besides, it wasn’t like you had anything better to do.

Jeonghan grinned, walking alongside you as you helped them with their groceries. You carried Jeong-il the entire time, while Jeonghan carried the shopping bags to the car. "Alright, Jeong-il, come to Dad now," Jeonghan said as they reached the car. The little girl shook her head and held onto you even tighter. "No! When I wake up, mommy will be gone again," she pouted, making you giggle at her stubbornness.

"You’ve brought this on yourself, Y/N," Jeonghan teased, crossing his arms and looking at you with an amused expression. You sighed, resigned to your fate. He opened the passenger door for you while Jeong-il reluctantly climbed into the back seat with her grandmother. The little one only let go of you once you agreed to sit in front.

You had no choice but to tag along. When you arrived at their penthouse, you couldn’t help but admire the luxurious surroundings. It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen such elegance before, but you hadn’t expected Jeonghan’s home to be this extravagant. In hindsight, you should have, given the car he was driving.

"Make yourself at home. I don’t think you’ll be able to leave until the little devil falls asleep," Jeonghan said, collapsing onto the sofa and switching on the television. "What time does she usually nap?" you asked, settling down beside him. "Around 3 p.m. most days," he replied, glancing over at Jeong-il playing with her toys and her grandmother.

"You know, Y/N, Jeong-il has never been this attached to any other lady before," Hae-na, his mother, said, her words tugging at your heart. You figured that maybe the little girl was simply longing for her mother’s presence, and you just happened to be there at the right time. Or perhaps there was something about you that made Jeong-il instantly fond of you. You didn’t want to assume too much, though, so you just nodded along. "Ah, is that so? Maybe she mistook me for her mother. Do I look like her, perhaps?" you asked, tying the little one’s hair into a neat ponytail. Jeong-il looked really cute with her hair up like this, and Jeonghan noticed it too. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, watching you interact with his daughter.

"She’s never seen her mother," Hae-na replied softly. Jeonghan, overhearing the conversation, jumped in. "You don’t look like her at all. In fact, you’re way prettier than she ever was," he said, his eyes locking onto yours with a smirk. You blinked a few times before looking away, feeling a bit flustered. "Jeong-il definitely got her looks from me," Jeonghan added with a smug grin, and Hae-na just rolled her eyes as if she heard it from Jeonghan for the thousandth time.

You could tell he didn’t have fond feelings for the mother of his child, so you decided to steer clear of that topic.

After hours of playing, Jeong-il finally fell asleep in your arms while you and Jeonghan were watching cartoons together. You held her gently, giving her soft pats on the back as Jeonghan led you to her room. You carefully laid the little girl on her bed and tucked her in with a tender smile on your face.

You've always wondered what it would be like to be a mother. You'd dreamed about it, even fantasized. The thought of having a child, someone who needed you, relied on you, felt almost magical. But your ex never wanted the same. He claimed you were too young for kids—though that never stopped him from trying to get you in bed countless of times. Ironically, that same dick headed-ex got another girl pregnant, leaving you with the bitter taste of betrayal. Now, here you were, holding onto the warmth of Jeonghan's daughter, someone who clung to you like she’d been waiting for you her whole life.

The soft click of the bedroom door brought you back to the present as Jeonghan led you out of his daughter's room. You were about to say your goodbyes, but Hae-na, appeared with freshly brewed coffee. The polite thing to do was stay—refusing would’ve felt too rude, especially when his mother had already made her approval of you so clear.

So, now you sat, cup in hand, next to Jeonghan on the couch. His mother had left the two of you alone, and it didn’t escape your notice that she was encouraging this little reunion. Not that you minded… much.

"You're single, right?" Jeonghan’s voice broke the silence, catching you off guard. He was direct, just like you remembered. That was something you always liked about him—his lack of pretense. But all he knew is that he was never like this before.

The first time he saw you holding your camera in highschool, capturing every small little things so perfectly, it's like you already had his heart until then. He could've, no, he should've confessed to you about his feelings, and maybe, just maybe he could've possibly ended up with you until now. And that's what made him the person he is today—the person who's not afraid to say what he wanted to say because he didn't want to regret, the person who'd express himself freely around others about who he is. And you were the one who made that persona in him.

Those daily small talks with you before were his only source of energy that he kept to make himself go to school. The way he'd approach you and stutter in his words, contemplating whether he should confess his feelings to you or not, on which he didn't and would end up having small talks with you instead. That happened day after day until he couldn't anymore. Not after graduating. When he found out you were going to study abroad to pursue your dream as a photographer and filmmaking, there was no way he could confess the last minute. But he did remember you taking his photo with your very own camera. You were a few feet away from him and you held your camera to your face and the photo flashed. He pretended he didn't see and tried his best to remain composed. But behind his cool-looking demeanour was a heart that's beating fastly that made his hands shiver and get all sweaty. You took that photo for just about a second, he couldn't tell whether it was him you took of, but he prayed hard that it be him. It was then after you took the photo, "Congratulations Jeonghan," was the last words he heard from you before disappearing into his life.

"Y-yeah, I am," you stammered, feeling a little caught off guard by the bluntness of his question. "Why do you ask?"

Jeonghan smirked slightly, leaning back and crossing his legs as he took a slow sip of coffee. "Just making sure." His eyes flickered with mischief, but there was something deeper behind them, something you couldn't quite place.

You hummed, taking a sip of your coffee to cover the slight flush creeping up your cheeks. "Why does the coffee taste like dirt?" Jeonghan asked suddenly, his face serious. "Because it was ground a few minutes ago."

You choked a little, trying to stifle your laughter. It was a terrible dad joke, the kind that would make you roll your eyes any other time, but coming from him, it was oddly cute.

"I can't believe you actually said that," you chuckled, wiping a tear from your eye.

Jeonghan grinned, obviously pleased with himself. "I remember when we used to have those little talks in high school. Remember?"

You nodded, a nostalgic smile tugging at your lips. "Of course. You always found a way to make me laugh, even when I didn’t want to."

"I was a coward back then, though," he confessed, his voice soft, eyes glancing away as if lost in thought.

"Really?" you asked, leaning forward slightly. "How so?"

Jeonghan hesitated, the playful mask slipping for a second. He wanted to tell you—tell you how he used to stutter and falter around you, never able to muster the courage to confess his feelings. But now wasn’t the right time. There was too much at stake, and he couldn’t bear the thought of scaring you off when you’d just started letting him back into your life.

Instead, he shrugged casually. "Just because. I missed my shot back then."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, but you weren’t sure what to say. Before you could think of a response, Jeong-il’s soft voice called for him from her room. Jeonghan sighed, smiling fondly before excusing himself to check on his daughter.

As he disappeared into the hallway, you leaned back on the couch, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Being around Jeonghan brought back a flood of memories—ones you weren’t sure you were ready to face. But there was something undeniable about the way he made you feel, something that made you want to take a chance.

A few minutes later, Jeonghan returned, sliding back onto the couch beside you. "She’s back asleep," he said softly, his eyes finding yours once more.

"Where were we?" you asked, trying to keep your tone light, though your heart was still racing.

"I think I was about to ask you out," Jeonghan replied with a smirk, his tone playful but his gaze sincere. "Dinner? No pressure, just… dinner."

You bit your lip, hesitating for a moment. After everything you’d been through, the idea of opening yourself up again felt terrifying. But something about Jeonghan felt safe, familiar. Like maybe this time, things could be different.

"Okay," you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. "Dinner sounds nice."

Jeonghan’s face lit up with a grin, and you couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something new.

Jeonghan had always been around you, in ways you hadn’t noticed until now. Bumping into him at the park, catching sight of him outside your workplace, or seeing him at the mall—it was as if fate kept pulling the two of you together. And you had to admit, it was starting to work. He brought you lunch during your breaks, always with a smile and a joke ready. Sometimes, he brought Jeong-il with him, and you’d end up spending the rest of the afternoon with them.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself looking forward to those moments. The flutter in your chest when you spotted him waiting for you, the way your heart warmed when Jeong-il ran into your arms. Maybe this was what you needed—to take a chance on someone who was determined to be a part of your life.

But still, a small part of you held back, unsure, scared. You’d been hurt before, and there was always that nagging fear that history could repeat itself. But for the first time in a long time, you found yourself ready to let go, to go with the flow.

Jeonghan was persistent, and he was winning you over. Little by little, with every unexpected gesture, every shared laugh, every moment with Jeong-il, you felt yourself slipping into something that felt like it could be more.

And maybe, just maybe, you were okay with that.

One night, as you stepped out of work, your heart raced in anticipation of seeing Jeonghan again. You checked your phone, expecting to see a message from him saying he was waiting for you. Instead, a different notification lit up your screen.

"Hey, darling, I'm busy this week and I'm on a business trip. Sorry I couldn't come see you :("

The disappointment hit you harder than you expected. You stared at the message for a moment, feeling a weight settle in your chest. Maybe it was because you'd gotten used to seeing him almost every day. Or maybe because the absence of him, even for just a week, felt strangely unsettling.

It upset you, honestly. But did you also have the right? He had responsibilities—he was a single dad, a man juggling his job, his daughter, and now… you. Of course, he was busy. He had his own world to manage, and what were you to him, really?

Maybe all those thoughtful gestures—bringing you lunch, waiting for you outside work, spending time with you and his daughter—were just his way of being kind. Maybe that’s just who he was, affectionate and caring with everyone. That thought twisted in your gut, and you hated the surge of jealousy that followed.

You wanted his attention. You wanted him to only give you that attention.

Fuck. Since when did you become this selfish? You weren’t like this. But for the first time in your life, you wanted someone to look at you and only you. To give all that effort, all that affection, to you and no one else.

You weren’t in love with him, were you?

“What are you thinking?” you muttered under your breath, trying to shake the thoughts away as you stared blankly at your computer screen. But your focus was shot. It had been three weeks, almost a month, since you last saw him or his daughter, and it was driving you insane. You missed his presence—the way he made everything around you feel lighter, easier.

Sure, he messaged you frequently. He sent chocolates, little gifts here and there, and he always made sure to update you, even if it was just a simple “thinking of you.” But it wasn’t enough. Not for you. You wanted to see him, to hear his voice, to feel the warmth of his presence beside you. That’s what you longed for.

Fuck it. You knew the truth. You were in love with him. There was no point in denying it anymore. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut, and suddenly, everything felt too real, too overwhelming.

Jeonghan wasn’t the type to just give his time and effort to anyone. You knew that. He wasn’t someone who threw affection around carelessly. But with you? You were an exception. Of course, aside from his daughter and his mother, you were the one person who seemed to break through his guarded exterior.

There was something about you that made him want to give you the whole damn world.

Maybe it was because of how you’d effortlessly charmed his hard-hearted daughter, or how undeniably beautiful you were—not just in appearance, but in the way you treated the people around you. Or maybe it was the way you giggled at his corny dad jokes, the same ones no one else found funny, or maybe it was the way you were cold at first, yet somehow always tolerated his awkwardness and small talk back in high school.

You took photography seriously, capturing life’s little moments with a passion that fascinated him. And to him, you were as beautiful as every subject you photographed. Screw it. He liked you because you're you. The only one person in this world he'd ever want.

And now, Jeonghan couldn’t shake the feeling that you were the one he’d been waiting for. The one he wanted by his side. The one he’d want to be the mother of his daughter (children).

You are the one for him and maybe he's the one for you too?

You were at a dinner party with your co-workers, and it didn't take long for the alcohol to hit you. Halfway through, you were already tipsy, maybe because the stress of not seeing Jeonghan for so long was getting to you. Even though you’d only had three glasses, your low tolerance made it feel like you'd had more.

“Already drunk? Gosh, you’re really no fun, unnie,” Minji, your younger co-worker and friend, teased with a playful grin.

“I’m not... drunkhh,” you slurred, resting your head on the table.

“Looks like Y/N has to head out early,” one of your male co-workers offered, standing up with a smirk, already volunteering to take you home. You were too tipsy to think clearly, and the others quickly agreed, unaware of his ulterior motives as he helped you out of the venue.

The man supported your weight, holding you by the waist, his grip a little too tight than necessary, his smirk a little too confident too. He clearly had other intentions. “I can gow howm by myself...” you muttered, trying to push him away weakly, but before he could call a cab, you felt a hand tap your shoulder.

"Y/Nnie," a familiar voice broke through your drunken haze, and when you turned, your face lit up with joy. Jeonghan stood there, a warm smile on his face. Your hands instinctively reached for his face, checking if he was real, and you giggled at your own silliness.

"Jeonghannieeee~ I missed youuu," you beamed, your voice slurring as you clung to him.

Immediately, you freed yourself away from the man and wrapped your arms around Jeonghan’s waist. Jeonghan, with that familiar steady presence, held you close, supporting your weight. The man who had been holding you gave a blank stare, but he wasn’t giving up that easily.

“And who are you?” the guy asked, clearly annoyed.

Jeonghan turned to him, his expression calm but teasing. “Oh, I forgot you were still there. Sorry.” He added, “I’m Y/N’s boyfriend, by the way.”

A brief silence fell before Jeonghan broke it again, his tone final, “I’ll take her from here.” He led you away, not even bothering to look back as he buckled you into his car. Before driving off, he gave the guy one last look, a smirk tugging at his lips as he let out a mocking “tsk.”

As you settled into the passenger seat, you giggled, still drunk and half-asleep. “Oooh... You’re my boyfriend?” you asked, voice playful.

Jeonghan chuckled. “You don’t want that?” he teased.

You thought for a moment, your eyes half-closed. “I’d like that...” you murmured before drifting into sleep. Jeonghan’s soft laughter filled the car as he glanced at you, finding you absolutely adorable.

The drive was peaceful, the soft hum of the radio the only sound as you slept beside him. He was relieved he’d gotten there in time before anything bad could’ve happened. He shook his head, smiling to himself. You really had no idea how much you meant to him.

When he finally parked in front of your apartment complex, he gently tapped your shoulder to wake you. “Darling, are you stable?” he asked in a soft, caring voice.

You groggily opened your eyes, rubbing your temples as the headache from the alcohol hit. “W-where are we?” you asked, now mostly sober after your nap.

“We’re at your place,” he replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You hummed in response, pausing for a moment before turning to face him. “Thanks for bringing me home,” you said quietly, feeling a flutter in your chest as his gaze met yours. His stare made your cheeks warm, though this time it wasn’t the alcohol causing it.

“No problem, cutie,” he said with a soft smile before getting out of the car and opening the door for you. He unbuckled your seatbelt and offered his hand, and you took it, letting him guide you to your apartment. Once at your door, you turned to say goodbye, but before you could stop yourself, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his.

Jeonghan’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, his first instinct was to pull back, worried you might regret it later. But the softness of your lips, the warmth of your body against his—it was too much to resist. Without thinking, he deepened the kiss, his hands moving to hold you close. It felt desperate, like he’d been waiting for this moment far longer than he’d realized.

Your lips were so soft, sweet and delicate like he'd never want to let go of this sensation. His tongue teasing the bottom of your lips, longing for an entrance. Your body was trapped in between your apartment door behind you and Jeonghan's body in front. His hand is on your waist while the other one was on the back of your head, pulling your head closer to his so the kiss could reach deeper.

Your tongues were entangled to each other, swirling like there's no tomorrow. His was too intoxicating that you couldn't pull away even if you wanted to catch your breath.

A few minutes later, Jeonghan pulled away, strings of your mixed salivas were in between your glossy lips. All he wanted to do was kiss you right there and again, but he knew he had to stop himself. You panted and felt your body heat up like it's aching for more. You immediately unlocked the door and led him inside without even looking back but he stopped you.

He glanced at you, seeing the same desire in your eyes. “I’m not tipsy,” you whispered, as if you knew what he was thinking and hesitating for. The heat between you was impossible to ignore.

"Don't you want me, Hannie?" You asked, your hands roaming around his stomach, looking at him with pleading eyes. Jeonghan did his best to fight his urges to fuck you right then and there. He wanted you. He wanted to fuck you so bad. Jeonghan hesitated, wanting to be sure. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret anything," he replied, his hands roaming around your hips to its own accord.

“I won’t,” you assured him, your voice firm, your eyes filled with longing. “I’ve missed you... so much.”

Jeonghan was still hesitant for a moment, but hearing you admit that was not what he expected. He could practically feel his manhood harden under his pants. And who wouldn't get hard after making out with you?

Without another word, his lips found yours again. You led him to your bedroom without breaking the kiss. He pushed you onto the bed undressing you like he's done it a hundred times before. He undid your bra so easily with one hand as he directly touched your soft breasts. The kiss remained deep and he didn't pull away until you unbuttoned his blouse. He pulled your skirt and tossed it to the ground as his fingers slid into your wet panties, teasing your aching clit. You tried your best to not moan in between kisses, but it's like your body was lost under your control. He pulled away from the kiss to turn his attention towards your wet pussy. He continued to tease it before finally taking the underwear off and inserting one finger into your wet crotch. You moaned to the feeling, making your mind turn into a haze. And Jeonghan loved the sounds you were making. It's like he fell in love to the melody even if it's his first time hearing it from you.

It's been so long since you've last had someone else's finger in you like this. But as far as you can remember, even with this one finger of Jeonghan's were enough to send you to heaven itself.

He put in one more finger, fucking your pussy soft and fastly. Making you pant and let out moans.

"Shit, your moans are adorable," Jeonghan says, leaning down to your pussy and licking it. His tongue entered your folds and that was enough to make you squirt. When you reached your orgasm, Jeonghan made sure to lick your clit, making you let out a whine. "Fuck..." you curse out as you covered your face.

"So pretty, baby," Jeonghan says, his fingers now pinching your nipples, making you moan loudly. He pulled his pants down and you can see his bulge from his underwear. It was huge under the fabric, making you think if it'd even fit you. "Spit in your hands, baby," he says, grabbing your wrist and you did so.

You brought your hands to his cock as soon as he took his underwear off and you stroked onto it up and down before finally licking the top. You bobbed your head over it, and it made Jeonghan groan to the feeling. He couldn't believe that you were actually giving him a blowjob. He only saw these in his fantasies, but now, you're actually making him feel this way. "Your mouth... Ah, shit, it's so beautiful," he grunted, his hands massaging your breasts, making sure you also get enough attention.

Your hands stroked faster and you licked his cock harder, making him reach his ends and finally cum. He came onto your face, his hot semen covering your cheeks. Jeonghan's dick throbbed right away after seeing your face covered with his cum. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," he says, wiping his semen off your face as he planted a kiss on your lips.

He gently pushed you down the bed again, you're now lying underneath him, he looked at you with dark, lustful eyes. "Our kids would be so pretty if I get you pregnant," he muttered, but not enough to let you hear, and you only blinked at him.

He shifted close before whispering, "Can I?" He asked as you felt the tip of his cock brushing over your clit, and you felt your stomach get actual butterflies in it hearing him ask for permission. "Only if you say it," he says, and you took a deep breath before finding your words, "P- please... Fuck me," you said and his cock slowly enter your folds, making your back arch upwards. You took time adjusting to the stretch you were feeling. It didn't hurt a lot, instead it felt incredibly good. "Aghh," you moaned, "F- faster, Hannie," you finally let the words out. And Jeonghan's pace was fast, hard.

He felt your pelvis hit his as your pussy swallows him well. "Ah, shit, so tight. Don't cum yet, baby," he says as his hips thrusts into you harder, you moaned, feeling his cock twitching in and out of you. His hands were giving your breasts attention while his lips were onto your neck, leaving marks everywhere. Such a multitasker, and you know you love it.

"S- so good," you say as his cock reached that one good spot, making you scream. "Shitt," Jeonghan cursed as he felt your walls tightening around him. "Don't cum yet," he says, his pace more faster to meet his orgasm with you.

He took out his cock out of you and his cum went over your stomach while you came, your bedsheets wet with your fluids under your lower body. You were panting, breathless. Jeonghan slumped beside you, his hands never leaving your body, as if he wanted to memorize your every curve.

He planted a kiss on your forehead while you buried your face onto his chest. He gave your back gentle strokes as if asking for another round, you couldn't help but giggle at his way of asking.

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The night went on, with both of you giving in to the emotions that had been bubbling up for so long. —One where you were seated on his lap, moving your hips onto his with a slow pace. Not long enough, though, you got tired and Jeonghan had to pin you down the bed and fuck you himself.

And the other where your legs rested on his shoulders while he thrusts his cock hardly in and out of you with incredibly fast movements that you practically felt your eyes move to the back of your head. He fucked you so well, groaning and giving you compliments while he was at it. Such as: "So adorable," "You're so pretty," "You're doing well.". While you, well, let's just say all you did was moan and let out whimpers. It's like you couldn't even think straight while he fucked you like that. But you heard his words, and that added up to the good sensation you were feeling. You loved hearing his compliments—and that drove you to your climax, cumming before him which made him curse in frustration, but he didn't stop there, in fact—he continued until he reached his own.

And after at least 3 rounds of love-making, you both layed down on the bed, cuddling each other while his cock remained inside you. He was still hard, but he understood that you were too tired, so he did all the work, moving slowly in you while you whimpered under him. "I'm almost--," he grunted, finally coming to his release, and you came, for the probably fifth... or sixth(?) time this night. "You're amazing, baby. I love your body, your smell, your hands, your face... I love everything about you," he says, and you only buried your face onto the pillow. "I love you."

"I love you too," you replied, panting quietly.

Later, you lay beside him, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. The silence was comforting, but eventually, you broke it. “Can I ask you something?” Jeonghan hummed, urging you to continue.

You hesitated, unsure if you should even bring it up. But eventually, you whispered, “What happened to Jeong-il’s mother?”

Jeonghan’s body tensed slightly, but then he chuckled softly. “She didn’t want anything to do with me or the baby. I took full custody of Jeong-il.”

Though he brushed it off and replied as if it wasn't really an important matter to him, your curiosity lingered, and sensing it, Jeonghan sighed before continuing. “I was reckless back then. She got pregnant, and I took responsibility, but less than a year after Jeong-il was born, she moved on by herself. Honestly, it’s fine. I didn’t expect her to stay. If anything, I’m grateful. It brought me to you.”

You hummed in understanding, though a tinge of jealousy flared in your chest. What if things had been different? What if she had stayed? Then again, you were also being selfish, so you wanted to brush it off your thoughts. But before your thoughts could spiral, Jeonghan spoke again.

"Don't even think about it. I loved you since we were in high school," Jeonghan says, and you look up at him, blinking a few times before tilting your head to the side in confusion.

"Okay, let me start from the top. Are you ready?"

You nod, smiling in anticipation.

"But first, tell me, did you take a photo of me before after we graduated?" He questioned, making you feel a bit flustered.

"You... how did you know that?" You replied, returning the question and he just chuckled lightly, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Okay, well, maybe it's because I liked you too, back then... And I couldn't get myself to approach you that day because I thought you would approach me," you continued, but then you shook your head. "Okay, maybe I shouldn't have waited and approached you myself instead. Sorry I didn't get to say goodbye properly."

Jeonghan smiled. A content look on his face at your confession—just what he wanted to hear. He's been waiting for that confirmation since forever.

With a soft sigh, he kissed your lips again, just a peck, enough to get your attention again. "I'm glad you said that," he replied, and continued what he was just saying earlier.

"I would always, should, could've, and have always adored you since day one…"

And that’s how you ended up being the mother of his two beautiful children: your adorable Jeong-il and a beautiful baby boy. Of course, you also became Jeonghan’s wife soon enough.

And he will always adore you.

~*⁠.⁠✧✿⁠ THE END ✿✧.*~

~~~You've reached the end.

—AEYA HERE!: i hope you enjoyed this one, it's pretty long and the ending was taken to a quick wrap, but yeah, i hoped you enjoyed this one. i think it's mostly fluff? let me know what you guys think. and yeah, im open for requests, so if you have any suggestions/requests, just talk to me :)

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[fluerchive]

ㅤp★rty anthem — ㅤlhs x f.reader ㅤㅤ0.4k ㅤㅤlisten

— where a lonely party has you face to face with the cute boy from class

ㅤㅤ[ hurt comfort? , classmates to ?? , reader is lonely :( , parties , drinking , implied college!au ]

the dark room and all you see around you are bodies of strangers you couldn't care about. there's noise, too much noise but you can feel the sound of music floating through the air, trapping you in.

it wasn't the best idea to follow your friends to the club, they'd leave you behind eventually. at least here on the dance floor, nobody cares about your lone state. and maybe the alcohol you consumed earlier could help drown the sorrows.

‘y/n’, you hear someone shout over the music. who could it even be? your friends, probably not. and it's the person you least expected. heeseung.

in short, heeseung can be called the popular cute boy whom you see everyday at class, but for you, he's your unrequited crush.

you are a bit surprised that he even knew your name. you look at his dimly lit face quizzically, unsure of what to say. ‘hey’, you speak after a long pause.

‘are you alone?’ you nod, moving to walk away, maybe you should call it a night, you don't want to keep him booked anyway.

a warm hand softly tugs at your wrist, your stomach twisting and upon turning back, heeseung looks at you with quiet eyes. eyes that are searching for some kind of an answer.

‘won't you stay?’ he asks shyly. ‘i don't have anyone to stay here for’, you didn't intend to let the bitter words slip past your tongue.

‘i want you… to stay.’

you wonder whether there's something in the heavy air of the dance floor or the way the lights filter out of his face, leaving a soft angelic glow over it. maybe it's the music… or his words. but you find yourself, holding on to both of his hands, facing him and swaying to the beats.

Come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on

Before the moment's gone

Number one party anthem

he gives you a small smile, and despite yourself, you return it. if he gets even a little closer, you feel like you'll explode. nervously you look up into his eyes only to find him looking at you with…

look of love.

and as the night closes into you, you find yourself leaning into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder, mind racing with thoughts but his gradual breathing calms you down.

the song has come to an end, the glasses drained of drinks and the dance floor almost devoid of people, but you think this could mean something new… something better.

an. got inspired by no1 party anthem (arctic monkeys) and randomly wrote it hehe >//< but idk how to feel about it lmao,,, thank you for reading !! ^_^ reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

work belongs to @ rainytapestry dont steal ㅤㅤdiv ctto

[samoankpoper21]

Pet Names - JJK Men

Picture CTTO: @yunonoai_ on instagram

A/N Wish there were more pictures with the rest of the JJK men but all I could find are the main ones lolol

Pet names I think the men will use to address you in a "normal" setting and in bed

Gojo Satoru: princess, my love, baby girl, sweetheart, babe

Geto Suguru: darling, pretty girl, beautiful, princess

Kento Nanami: darling, beautiful, princess, baby

Toji Fushiguro: darling, baby girl, annoying, cum bucket

Megumi Fushiguro: baby, babe, pretty, my love

Yuji Itadori: babe, lovely, beautiful, my love, princess

Ryomen Sukuna: Oi, brat, princess, baby girl, my slut, cum whore

Choso: Oi, brat, baby, beautiful

Toge Inumaki: kelp, mustard leaf, salmon, salmon roe, baby, beautiful

[sheyfu]

ೀ⋆｡🌷 BLUE LOCK

a collection of drabbles, oneshots, chat aus, and more for blue lock ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა

✮⋆˙ ALL BLLK PIECES

✮⋆˙ #10 ITOSHI SAE

✮⋆˙ #10 ITOSHI RIN

✮⋆˙ #04 CHIGIRI HYOMA

✮⋆˙ #14 MIKAGE REO

✮⋆˙ #11 NAGI SEISHIRO

🐈‍⬛ if you're wondering who misaemores is or who danyezheng is (if i have a bllk post w danyezheng LMASODMASO), it's still me, shey. i js changed my name like,, a bajillion times and im not going to sit and change every piece individually NAUHDAUH BUT YEAH REST ASSURED THATS STILL ME NOTHING CHANGED DW LMAOSDMAOSMD

disclaimer: these works are written and owned by me, @sheyfu, on tumblr. please refrain from translating, plagiarizing, paraphrasing, and/or reposting on other platforms.

please note: all images/gifs are NOT owned by me (ctto!!), with the exception of the line headers i place in my pieces!!

[taekooktimeline]

December 18, 2024 -

Jk gives live! He tells us he’s in his new home, specifically basement level 2, and then gives a brief tour of the very chic karaoke room (which makes me want to see the rest of the house because I love the design of this room). Spotted on the couch is Taekook’s Hello Kitty plushie.

Timestamp 12:50

Each Hello Kitty has different coloring patterns, so in comparing past photos of the plushie with this live, it’s clear it’s the same plushie. Here’s an example of two, side by side (CTTO) so you can see for yourself the differences:

I can’t help but think Jk intentionally placed the plushie in his live to make a point, given the style of the room and how obvious the plushie stands out, but of course this is my opinion and you should decide for yourself. Past times with the HK plushie- 

Naturally, Jk gets a flood of requests for songs, some related to other members' work. He hums fragments of songs, and also sings to viewers. While on his phone, he lets watchers know he’s writing down requests so that he can listen to them (and it can be presumed, return to sing them during another live). 

Timestamp 33:48

A request comes in for one of Tae’s newest songs “Winter Ahead” featuring Park Hyoshin. 

Timestamp 35:27 

Upon hearing the request, Jk begins humming the song. It’s noteworthy that he mentioned needing to listen to songs and circle back (to sing them), but he’s caught up with Tae’s latest work (this song, in particular, was released on November 28, 2024), despite being in the military at this time. He hums, then playfully sings in the melody of “Winter Ahead” that he doesn’t know all of the lyrics, before humming more of it. He shares he’s heard the song a lot (again, very significant and indicative of closeness since he’s in service).

Timestamp 35:33  https://x.com/ging_kth/status/1869401879018713179?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg https://x.com/tcnckclnsmaek/status/1869406449941758146?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg 

For a split second, he hums “Winter Ahead” before pausing to chat back to comments. 

Timestamp 36:15

A request comes in for “One Man” by Kim Jong-kook. Jk mentions wanting to work out with him because he has body goals that he can’t do alone.

Timestamp 40:46

Tae had recently worked out with him back in September 2024 - 

https://www.instagram.com/p/DAUgdwyyBkL/?igsh=dmMweHZ6bmR0eThy https://x.com/mybwits/status/1845468951494742500?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg 

Jk expresses his frustrations again that he isn’t familiar with a lot of the songs being requested.

Timestamp 55:15

After lamenting this, he quietly but immediately searches for his next song, before saying, “Here it is.” Tae’s “Winter Ahead” begins to play. In another instance of their closeness and bond, Jk shares that Tae showed him the teaser of the MV. He then praises Tae’s visuals for the umpteenth time (bless his heart), saying, “the beauty of the visuals” with a shake of his head, finishing with an audible “ahhh” sounding sigh. Naturally, Hybe omitted the full translation when translating this part. Jk sings parts of the song and then hums it once he turns the song off. 

Translation (which wasn’t fully included in the live) - 

Video clip can be viewed here - https://x.com/yourstrulytkk/status/1869411115500970170?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg Timestamp 55:52 Long version - https://x.com/ging_kth/status/1869408506996285695?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg  https://x.com/taehyvngpics/status/1869407741166731637?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg 

Another instance of closeness is the familiarity Jk has with Tae’s friend who collaborated with him on “Winter Ahead,” Park Hyongshin. Jk says he thinks about his vocals a lot in the military, before proceeding to familiarly call Hyoshin “hyung.” He shares that he has Hyoshin’s phone number, and that he’ll contact him before he’s discharged to practice singing together. He tells Hyoshin to call him before correcting himself and saying he’ll call (instead), ending the comment with a big, open mouthed smile and chuckle. 

Timestamp 59:35 

Translation - 

Tae and Hyoshin were special host DJs on MBC Radio, Kim Ena’s Starry Night back in September 2022. 

Day 1 recap:  https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2022/696648278674112512/tae-is-a-special-host-dj-on-mbc-radio-kim-eanas 

Day 2 recap: https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2022/696688823701307392/tae-is-on-mbc-radio-kim-eanas-starry-night-with

And in March 2023, Tae and Jungkook went to the theater with Wooga members Park Seojoon and Park Hyungsik to see the musical “Beethoven Secret”, which starred Hyoshin. Recap - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2023/711683048635236352 

Jk mentions “Winter Ahead” again and promises to come back with it if he gets to practice it.

Timestamp 1:48:50

Jk hums IU’s “Love Wins All.” While it may be dismissed by some since he hummed fragments of songs throughout the live, and it could be argued a request came through for this song in the comments that prompted him to hum it, I wanted to archive this particular moment since Tae starred in the MV. Decide as you like. 

Timestamp 1:50:40 https://x.com/vkookmyfamily/status/1869515868671283336?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg 

Jk habitually copies Tae’s mannerisms as he signs off on his live. 

Timestamp - 2:20:12

Timestamp - 2:20:12

The compilation of Taekook making these gestures can be seen at any of the below links:

https://x.com/azraeltks/status/1869552925187653901?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg https://x.com/taekookinhawai/status/1869547631112020184?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg  https://x.com/jungkovtae/status/1869547355428790450?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg 

Live - https://weverse.io/bts/live/4-187961598 

Taehyung’s Winter Ahead MV - https://youtu.be/HAWYOuMGkK0?si=1LIfKQxG4hWkusiA 

IU’s Love Wins All MV, featuring Tae - https://youtu.be/JleoAppaxi0?si=8zT_UHTfyt7y7Le9 

[bodyalive]

This is interesting..

From birth, your tongue is actually connected to your toes through an intricate network of connective tissue known as fascia.

If your tongue is not resting correctly in your mouth due to mouth breathing, things can get out of alignment in your mouth and the rest of your body.

Tongue posture can lead to a foot imbalance and vice versa because the tongue guides all myofascial continuity structures that run from the inner arch of the foot up through the middle of the body to the tongue and jaw muscles.

When the tongue sits on top of the palate, it seals the oral cavity and holds the throat open like a tent. These muscles support the neck, keep your posture straight, help you breathe, and maintain your posture upright.

Your tongue also acts as a rudder and support system through a fascial line, and when the tongue is down, we breathe through our mouth, and the head falls forward due to lack of support, which leads to poor posture and increased energy expenditure.

CTTO: @posturepro

(Block Therapy Community)

[atsubie]

𝅄 ✩⃝ ᝪ 𝅘𝅥𝅮⠀︵ ℐ𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖨’𝗆

𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨’𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 🛏👛 ⡅ . ⁺

[ziezii]

Jealous (a Drabble)

outfit reference (ctto)

He never thought he’d be the jealous type. Well, to be fair, he himself never saw a life past 16 and now he’s in his 20’s. Especially when that life consists of him having friends that truly care about him and Nobara, his girlfriend. And the exact reason as to why his eyes are narrowing over to where she is.

She’s talking to Kamo, for an absurdly long amount of time. He didn’t even know that she’s been talking to him until Yuji tells the jet-black haired boy, “Oh yeah, something about his family owning a boutique or something..” he tuned out the rest, although his shoulders remain stiff.

He no longer cared for the dessert, placing his still-full drink and walking out until he reached the balcony. Taking a long and heavy sigh, he lowered his head and grumbled, ‘Why am I feeling this way?’ amongst many others.

The new-year’s eve dinner party has turned sour for him, but at the same time he feels like an absolute idiot about it ruining his mood. He would’ve loved staying inside with her, cooped up in his or her bed together, either watching a show she found or him reading out the book to her.

“Should’ve expected nothing more than Mr. Lonely himself.” his head spun around by the sound of her voice. He realizes at this point that he hadn’t seen what she’s wearing. The red long dress, the slit exposes her right thigh and leaves almost nothing to the (his) imagination. Her hair was still unkempt, a simple bun with her front part left untied.

She was crossing her arms, almost as if she’s bothered by the temperature change inside to the outside. By the time she stands beside him, Megumi mindlessly takes off his coat and drapes it around her frame.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, although he feels like he knows the answer.

“This’ll sound crazy to you, because I wanted to ask you the same thing.” when he hears the teasing tone in her voice, he automatically crumbles, looking away with a huff.

Nobara’s amused by this, not bothering to hide her laugh as she nudged his shoulder playfully, “No seriously, what are you doing here?”

He grumbles out an answer, still looking away, “Can I not be here?”

“Not when your beautiful, stunning girlfriend is here.” he almost wanted to roll his eyes, turning to look at her who just grinned shamelessly in response.

“That I am aware of.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun, dude.” when Megumi opened his mouth she immediately cuts him off, “No but tell me, I know parties like these aren’t your thing, but they have a grand selection of booze so I’d assumed you’d be there.”

“I’m not an alcoholic, Nobara.”

“You clearly drink like one.” he glares at her even when she doesn't pay any attention to that.

The loud cheering from the inside made the two turn their heads, Megumi sees her eyes light up as she says, “The fireworks are going to start over there, come on!”

“Nobara.” she turns her attention back to him, tilting her head in confusion.

“Let’s, watch them here.”

“Hm?” still confused, Nobara furrows her eyebrows.

Swallowing up the courage, he repeats himself, “Let’s watch the fireworks, here, together.”

Her eyes widened slightly but she’s quick to go back to her old self, nodding and replied, “Okay okay, whatever you say, Mr. Jealous.”

“What?”

“Not that hard to feel you staring right at me, you know?” she once again laughs when he turns away, going back to lean on the balcony.

“So you were jealous.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“But,” already standing so close to him, she pokes his cheek, “your body says otherwise.”

“Ugh.” he leaned his head onto her shoulder, hiding his reddened face and mumbled, “Is it, wrong? Do you hate it?”

“Wrong? Hate? I’d probably say yes before we dated.” he once again grumbles but Nobara continues, both of them now looking at the fireworks show in front, “But as your girlfriend, I think it’s adorable.”

[stellagrl]

it’s time to lock in for the rest of the year

*not my photos all pics ctto*

[honeyhaeya]

✧.*⑅˖♡On My Command MASTERLIST♡⁠˖⑅*⁠.⁠✧

LAZY EDIT

heya, heya, heya! aeya here!: I jus' want to let yk that requests are now open! Feel free to suggest and I will be writing it, hehehe. —bummer, no one wanna though.

My first ever story & series posted here on Tumblr! Yey! Promoting my Wattpad >w< @muuimihanmal_writes - The link is from Wattpad also posted by me ^^ but dw, if you dont have a Wattpad acc, just check the chapter down below!

On My Command

SEVENTEEN FANFICTION (Series)

AFAB!READER x SEVENTEEN - MNDI GENRE: Mafia, Businesses, Dark Romance, Smut, Gangs, RomCom, Action, Fem!Reader x Mafia!Seventeen, Baddie!Reader x Businessmen!Seventeen Status: ONGOING (stopped until someone convinces me to continue) ⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Smut, Kissing, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex (though some have), Mention of Birth Controls, Gunshots, Blood, Fingering, Squirting, Language, Manipulation, Fighting, Action, Pet Names, Size kinks. ♡-Mention of other groups like TXT, EXO, ENHA, G-IDLE, LE SSERA, NCT DREAM, RIIZE (THIS IS A SERIES SO IG I WILL BE ADDING MORE TO THAN THESE WARNINGS) - MDNI OR I WILL BLOCK THOSE WITHOUT AGE INDICATOR ON BIO READER IS NAMED LI MEI QIANG!!! >>>> IMAGES ARE FROM PINTEREST so yeah, ctto. Also, there will be a 1st person POV 'cause I like starting from Y/N's POV at every story I make. Lmao. Enjoy babies. ♡

PREVIEW: YN POV: I had always thought I would live out the rest of my days aging quietly and dying a mundane death. My life seemed devoid of surprises until I turned 23. Suddenly, I found myself entangled with businesses, gangs, and even dangerous mafias. Who could have imagined my life would take such an exhilarating turn? At last, I had something new to experience in my previously dull existence. Now, I could finally put my unique ability to good use-an ability to manipulate, honed by my deep understanding of psychology, in situations that were both serious and thrilling. Would I able to handle this serious turn of events? You're damn right I can.

> CHAPTER 1

tags: gunshots, blood, language, manipulation, fighting, action

> CHAPTER 2

tags: language, kissing, making out (w/joshujii), persistence

> CHAPTER 3

tags: kidnapping, nonconsent, making out, needles, blood, language, manipulation

> CHAPTER 4

tags: gunshots, blood, language, manipulation

a/n: sorry guys, i only recently uploaded this story on tumblr so yeah, still working on other chapters (hehe)

do check this story out on wattpad since ive already uploaded a bunch of chapters there (though still unfinished) but yeah, busy with college and stuffs (my damn job) as well so i dont think i can update frequently. PLEASE ENJOY THOUGH

[ggukkiedae]

booked and busy

date: early august 2018

warning/s: none

notes from c: yoonmi gets booked and busy with the album release, their tour, and the new drama she’s filming! ctto for the gif, it’s not mine i found it on pinterest

SURPRISE GUYS I'M BACK 🥰 joon, chimc tae, and kookie went live today and we caught the tiniest glimpse of bald kookie sooooo i thought it was about time i start posting again 🥰 will have something related to the other six tannies' enlistments up later this month

word count: 2.4k

yoonmi gets validation from tae and a dance partner for the tour

Yoonmi barely processed Taehyung’s question as she quickly did reruns of her lines, script in her hands, track open on her monitor, and untouched lunch box on the table behind her. It had been weeks since she started filming for SKY Castle, and, because of how busy she’d be with touring, the crew was trying to get as many of her scenes for the first half of the series over with.

To her luck, the cast and crew were all friendly enough to help her out. There was no doubt about there being hesitation when it came to everyone approaching her at first, but they had speedily warmed up to her, especially the fellow younger half of actors and actresses that she’d be spending most of her time filming with.

However, everything was overlapping with each other. That is, her schedule for the drama and their comeback preparation. There were still a few finishing touches she needed to add to a concert version of the tracks, approvals to go through with the rest of rap line and the production team, and the choreography to complete with her performance team and to teach her dancers. Not to mention she still had to find someone (a trainee, says the company) to be her dance partner for her solo stage on their tour. It’s not like she could take Yeonjun with her since he’d be preparing for debut while they’re on tour. And the tour!

She could practically feel her body hurting from the amount of plane rides she’d have to take going from place to place while performing on stage or fulfilling her role.

“Hey,” Taehyung knocked on her head, pulling her out of her thoughts, “earth to Yoonmi. One task at a time, yeah? I suggest you eat first before continuing anything. Unless you want Jin hyung to be upset you didn’t eat the food he prepared for you.”

She shook her head but closed her script and turned to him, only to find him uncovering her food. “Were you here this whole time?”

“I’ve been watching you mutter lines to yourself for like fifteen minutes now.” He held a piece of meat up to her mouth with chopsticks. “Now, eat.”

She rolled her eyes but ate the piece and grabbed a pair of chopsticks for herself.

This had been how things were for the past few weeks. Whenever she’d be in the company for any of the three main meals of the day, Seokjin or Taehyung would always drop by and make sure she was eating her meals. If she was on the set, they’d call her or call manager Sejin who’d be with her. Hoseok and Namjoon would make her take breaks, while Jimin, Jungkook, and Yoongi would always convince her (or wrestle, in Jungkook and sometimes Jimin’s case) to bed. It was some weird cycle they had established.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me, aegi,” Taehyung pretended to scold while hitting her head with a spoon (thank God it was clean). “You get way too into your work, so you know we have to check in on you.”

“And how’d you know I was thinking about this weird set of roles you guys formed?”

“Because I know you. How’s filming going?”

“It’s going great, actually,” she smiled at him. “Everyone’s friendly, and the guy playing my twin brother is an idol, too! It’s funny when we met because he’s my sunbae for acting, but I’m his sunbae for idol life. The role is pretty easy to fulfill, and the plot is really intriguing.”

“As intriguing as me being killed by my brother by accident?”

“Intriguing in different ways,” she laughed before they fell to a silence. It was a whole ten minutes before she spoke up again, “Oppa, do you think this was a bad idea?”

Taehyung looked at her questioningly, making her sigh.

“I mean,” she leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees, “with the tour happening, do you think it was a bad idea to take this acting gig?”

“Personally, yeah,” Taehyung shrugged, making Yoonmi look at him in slight offense. “What, you asked! I’m just saying, as someone who literally helped raise you, I don’t like the idea of you balancing working on music and academics while jetting back and forth between Korea and whatever country we’re performing in and tiring yourself out to the point of passing out. Because I already know that it’s bound to happen at some point.”

She looked down, leaning back and biting into the cookie one of the members had given her at some point. Taehyung looked at her, already knowing the look on her face being one that could lead to her spiralling. He sighed, hating the fact that, no matter what the members and her friends and family told her, she always put others’ opinions of her before her own wants and needs.

“Hey,” Taehyung nudged her arm, “but, as an artist, I think it’s a great idea.”

This perked her up. “You think so?”

“It’s a great opportunity to show more sides of yourself that the public doesn’t really know,” he nodded. “Show them you’re not just an idol or a kid, but something more as well. I know you’re great at anything you put your mind to, except maybe drawing.”

She laughed and hit his arm.

Taehyung laughed with her. “No, yeah. Leave that area of expertise to Jungkook. I’m just saying, it’s a great opportunity for you to break out of whatever stereotypes or prejudices people have against you.”

“So, as my big brother, you say no. As my sunbae, you say yes. Internal conflict of interests, don’t you think?”

“Sure,” he snorted before tapping her knee and looking her in the eye, “but I have to remind you, because your reaction to what I said earlier tells me that you haven’t let it settle in your head. You can’t let what other people think about you discourage you, right?”

She huffed and crossed her arms before looking away. “It’s a little hard when I need to improve myself.”

“But at what cost? Your mental state? Cancelled opportunities? Why let other people’s opinions on you matter more than your own thoughts or opinions of yourself.”

“Because if I let my opinion of myself get to me more than what you guys think about me, I’d probably shrivel up in a hole, you know?”

The joking tone of her voice didn’t carry into the atmosphere of the room. Taehyung just looked at her. He knew that she, despite her proudly speaking her opinion and telling other people to be confident in themselves, is way too insecure for his and the rest of the group’s comfort. It was one of the many reasons that they always went out of their way to baby her and praise her.

It was at times like these, moments where she puts her thoughts on the table and curls into herself, where she looks young. Younger than she actually is. The girl in front of him was sixteen, turning seventeen, eighteen if you use Korean years. Yet, all he could see was the nervous preteen he met years ago.

“You do know you teach other people to love themselves, right?” he asked her.

“Do as I say, not as I do,” she shrugged, making him chuckle.

“We’re just gonna have to rub that into you until you do as you say, too. Wanna talk about it more?”

She shook her head. “No, not really. It’s almost three, and I have to head to the practice room to meet my dance partner for my solo song.”

“Why didn’t you just get one of us?”

“Well, I wanted to, but the company said that it would cut into the rest times of literally any of you, plus, Jungkook oppa was the original plan, but Euphoria and Why are right after each other.”

Taehyung wrinkled his nose but nodded and ruffled her hair. “Alright, let’s clean up, then I can drop you off before I got to my vocal session.”

“I am a mess,” Yoonmi muttered to herself as soon as she walked into the practice room. The reason being manager Sejin stepping in front of her and bringing down his sleeve over his hand to wipe crumbs off of her chin.

“Because you’re stressed out,” he shook his head at her, “so Namjoon and I cleared your schedule for the weekend. I also took the liberty of choosing your dance partner for you, and I think you’ll be okay with him.”

“As okay as I’d have been with Yeonjun oppa?”

“Not as much,” Sejin chuckled at her, “but I’ve seen you talk to Heeseung every now and then, so maybe?”

At the familiar name, she looked behind Sejin and saw the familiar face of the trainee she tended to run into late at night in the company. Heeseung was someone she did try to be more casual with ever since Yeonjun told her they were the same age. It was something she did try to do ever since Jimin and Taehyung had sat her down to tell to be more social with kids her age. She shook her head in amusement while hearing Jimin’s voice saying “Our aegi should spend more time being a kid with other kids!”

Back to the situation at hand, she thanked Sejin and walked to the other side of the room where Heeseung was giving her an awkward smile. It was something she was used to seeing from the trainees whenever they passed by her. The quick bow in greeting completed the experience.

“No need for that, Heeseung, I’ve told you that a billion times,” she laughed while putting a hand on his shoulder to straighten him up. “So you’re my dance partner?”

“Only if you’re okay with that,” he looked at her bashfully.

She laughed a bit and nodded, “Yeah, no biggie. Have you seen the videos?”

“If you don’t mind me asking,” he began after nodding, “I was wondering why it isn’t Jungkook sunbaenim dancing with you like in the video?”

“The setlist has his song and my song right after each other,” she shrugged. “Are you okay if we practice until around nine? There will be breaks of course, but we don’t have to if it cuts into your training time.”

He shakes his head and smiles at her. “Sounds good. The instructors let me off with the condition of doing well for your tour and shadowing you sunbaes for experience.”

“You can stick by me and see the oppas in all their chaotic glory,” she snorted before tugging on his sleeve to bring him to the center of the practice room. “Let’s try marking before the rest of the dancers get here.”

The practice went smoothly, considering she knew the choreography by heart and Heeseung caught on quickly. To Yoonmi’s pleasure, the choreography was almost as clean as she wanted it to be by the time the clock struck 9. All of the dancers got along well together, and there was no tension. They all even messed around with each other during the breaks, which was similar to how the dancers were in previous tours. But, all good things came to an end as the dancers left the practice room one by one, bidding goodbye.

“You’re not regretting agreeing to this, are you?” she asked Heeseung while handing him an energy drink. He had been sweating despite already removing his plaid shirt and being left in a tee.

“Not at all,” he grinned at her while accepting the drink, “it’s a great experience. I just want to know though, how do you practice for hours without removing your hoodie?”

“It’s comfy,” she shrugged.

A knock on the door caught their attention. Seokjin’s head popped in first, a big smile on his face before he let himself in and brought Yoonmi into a hug. Heeseung bowed at him, while he bowed back before turning his attention to her. She wrinkled her nose at him but wrapped her arms around his waist all the same. The elder placed a quick kiss to the top of her head before his face scrunched up.

“You need a shower, princess,” Seokjin squished her cheeks, making her look like a puffer fish.”

“I know,” the words came muffled out of her mouth, “is it home time?”

He nodded down at her before turning towards Heeseung with a smile. “So you’ll be joining us on tour?”

“Yes, sunbaenim.” The awkwardness was back.

Seokjin smiled. “We’ve heard good things about you, Heeseung, from both Yeonjun and management. We’re looking forward to working with you.”

Heeseung’s eyes widened before he thanked the senior. Seokjin laughed a little before letting go of Yoonmi and picking up her bag for her. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m taking this one home for dinner before she passes out from being overworked. She still has filming tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon,” she squeezed Heeseung’s arm with a grateful smile, “don’t stay too late today or I’ll tell Seri! I know she’s gonna mother hen you even from a different continent.”

He snorted but lightly hit her shoulder. “Alright, fine. See you tomorrow.”

Yoonmi made her way towards Seokjin who was waiting for her by the door, already having memorized the spiel he was giving. Eat food on time, rest, one task at a time, and everything along those lines.

“And I want you asleep by 10:30,” he continued despite them reaching the parking lot already, “so you can have a full eight hours of sleep before heading to the shoot, okay? Jimin has the morning off, so he’ll be going with you.”

This put a frown on her face. She hated the fact that the members were going out of their way to help her or accompany her when they could be resting instead. Also, the director and the PDs were asking her to keep the members from coming on set as much as possible so they don’t get spoiled. And because they can get embarrassingly fussy over her in between takes.

It’s not that she didn’t like it, she would easily admit that it felt nice knowing the members cared for her, but it did get her a little shy with all the cast and staff staring at them.

“Yoongi and I made him promise to stay beside Sejin hyung,” Seokjin smiled at her, “you don’t have to worry about the unnecessary staring. You can probably get away with hiding with your castmates. You know, the ones casted as your fellow kids?”

She laughed. “You know me too well.”

“What type of big brothers would we be if we didn’t?” He helped her into the passenger’s seat before getting into the driver’s seat. “Let’s get you fed and showered so you can be at full battery tomorrow.”

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[elyuzts-echo]

"Giving Something Sweet, Returning Something Sweet."

Barista!Horangi x Guard!Konig

(ctto for the picture used here hehe)

Desc: From a small gesture from the Korean Barista, the Austrian guard can't help but be honest aswell, and returns the same gesture to the other man. All with the intention of platonic-ness.

Warnings: none, I think.

fic under cut,, enjoy~! :3

___

In a subtle place in the heart of Korea, Seoul; there was a small Cafe, a Cafe that not too many knew of, But the Cafe had warm, and tounge-melting coffee and pastries. The Cafe made an alright amount of earnings, not much, but enough to pay the bills and expenses.

Only about 2 to 3 people worked in that Cafe, but mostly has 2. A Guard, who was a tall, quiet, Austrian man, also known as König.. And the Barista, who had a tiger-like personality, Korean man,, also known as Horangi. (or Hongjin)

While there was no one to serve at the Cafe, the two just talked with eachother. It was small talk, rest of the day was peaceful silence.

Well, until today.. Which now became flustered silence.

König watched outside, watching people walk by the Cafe. Some gave him weird looks for his mask, but he didn't let it get to them.

"5:39 PM", read on his watch. The sun slowly to drop from the sky. The guard closed his eyes a bit leaning onto the Cafe's outside wall. That was until Horangi came outside, looking at the taller man.

"König, here." The barista placed a cup with latte, and some chocolate bread on a nearby table, where König stayed at.. The chocolate, came from Germany.. Which König liked. And Horangi knew that pretty well, from their past small talks.

"Some treats.. For the most handsome guard I know~.." The Korean barista said quietly, not too quiet, but quiet enough for König to hear. Horangi was smiling a bit under his mask, which covered his mouth hole. He was just joking with the last part, but he will admit König looks pretty nice, even with his mask.

König's eyes widened a bit, as his blue eyes stared down at Horangi's brown eyes.

König cleared his throat, hoping that his blush wasn't showing through his mask, he definitely heard that. "I... Danke, Horangi." The Austrian guard thanked softly, looking down at him. He seemed touch by the gesture, but the words that Horangi said to him made him feel.. Something a bit new. A flurry feeling in his stomach sort of, butterflies, maybe?

In response, Horangi nodded, before walking back in... As the sun setted, and the cafe was slowly being closed and cleaned up, König couldn't help but remember that feeling. It was still there... Definitely still there. But why? What was this feeling?

----- Next day, 9:12 AM.

Early mornings were mostly considered a rush hour. Mostly from 7-9.

Rush hour was about to end, which.. Usually ended in Horangi being a sighing mess. König just watched outside, occasionally walking in to help Horangi with some of the used utensils, since the Korean Barista would be taking orders and making coffees. After a long hour, or hours.. Horangi sighed as he leaned on the counter. Waiting for some pasteries to bake. He seemed lost in his thoughts as he drank from his tumbler.

König, walked into the building and quietly went over to the shorter man, and lifted up his mask a bit so that his mouth would show, he then blew on Horangi's neck. His warm breathe spreading through his nape. Which resulted in the Korean Barista freezing up. Turning to look at König, who just acted innocent.

"I... Need something?" He asked, his Korean accent being quite apperent as he asked. As he put back on his mask.

"Nein, nein. Mein freund." König murmured, looking around. Until he pulled out something out from his back, and placed it on the counter. It was some pasteries.. Once again, drizzled with some German chocolate.

"Here. For you." He said, his German accent adding a bit of depth into his words. It sounded nice, and comforting for Horangi.. For some reason. "I bake some yesterday, then wanted to give them to you." He added, he seemed proud of himself.

Horangi couldn't help but feel his heart melt at the kind gesture from his friend. "Thank you.." He said, smiling under his mask.

"Bitte schön." A brief moment of silence passes through.

König sighs, then looks down at Horangi.

"I.. I think you're handsome aswell." The guard mumbled, after realizing what he said.. He hoped he came off as a platonic individual when he said that to him.. He instantly froze and looked back at Horangi. "P-pretend I said nothing, ja?" König said a bit nervously.

Horangi however, acted calm, but the other man could tell how he was smirking at him playfully. "I won't, I won't." He said calmly, his eyes scanning König, who was quite embarrassed by that sudden mutter.

And after that.. They just,, gave eachother quiet compliments. Telling how one looked handsome, and how the other one also looked handsome. They tried to make it all platonic and such.. But...

Sometimes feelings can change without you knowing, and you just.. Go with the flow.. Am I right?

(End <3)

[ceekbee]

"If I could live my life over again, I would have gone to bed to rest when I felt sick instead of pretending the earth would stop if I wasn't at work for a day... I would have burned the pink candle carved like a rose instead of leting it melt in the pantry... I would have talked less and listened more... I would have invited friends to the table even if there is a stain on the carpt and the couch needs to be cleaned. I would have eaten popcorn in the "good" room and wouldn't have worried so much about dust when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather telling stories from his youth. I would never have insisted on driving with the car windows down on a beautiful summer day, just because my hair was freshly styled and fixed. I would have been lying on the meadow with my head on the grass. I would have cried and laughed less watching TV and more watching life. But, most of all, to have a second chance at life, I would cherish every moment, I would really look at it... I would live it... I wouldn't get so worked up over petty and petty things anymore... Don't worry about those who don't like you, or rather, you shouldn't care who does what... Instead, let's cherish the friends we have and the people who love us... And to what we do every day to improve our mind, body, soul, emotions."

𝗔𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 & 𝗦𝗘𝗘 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝘀👇

https://unknownworld.xyz/faithful-dog-defies-the-odds-to-witness-his-owners-wedding-before-saying-goodbye/

Written by Erma Bombeck 1979.

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