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Just some ATEEZ + IKON content to cleanse your timeline
#ateez#kpop#ateez gifs#ATEEZ TikTok#ikon#ikon TikTok#ikon tantara#kingdom legendary war#ikon and ATEEZ
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Alright y'all I know I have been missing for a bit but it's that time again! HERE is a link to the prompt list.
Day 1- Voice Kink w/ Zuho
Day 2- Sex machine w/ The8
Day 3- CNC w/ Suho
Day 4- Praise kink w/ Wooyoung
Day 5- Spanking w/ Jiung
Day 6- Public sex w/ Haruto
Day 7- Car sex w/ Taeyang of Sf9
Day 8- Corruption w/ Chanyeol
Day 9- Wax play w/ Xiumin
Day 10- Hair pulling w/ Hwiyoung
Day 11- Lap dance w/ J-Hope
Day 12- Biting w/ Joohoney
Day 13- Overstimulation w/ T.O.P
Day 14- Masturbation w/ Soul
Day 15- Blindfold w/ Heuningkai
Day 16- Camboy/girl w/ JB
Day 17- Breeding w/ Bobby
Day 18- Hypnosis/mind control w/ Seonghwa
Day 19- Cucking w/ Onew
Day 20- Wolf Hybrid/Knotting w/ Intak
Day 21- Daddy kink w/ Taeyang of Big Bang
Day 22- Caught or Almost w/ Yeosang
Day 23- Choking w/ Mingyu
Day 24- Shower sex w/ Hongseok
Day 25- Tentacle play w/ Yoshi
Day 26- Mirror Sex w/ Leeknow
Day 27- Vampire w/ Ni-ki
Day 28- Office sex w/ Jihoon
Day 29- Threesome w/ New, Q, and Sunwoo
Day 30- Knife play w/ Heesung
Day 31- Monster Fucking w/ YangYang
#k-pop smut#sf9 smut#seventeen smut#pentagon smut#p1harmony smut#nct smut#monsta x smut#kard smut#ikon smut#enhypen smut#treasure smut#the boyz smut#big bang smut#exo smut#got7 smut#bts smut#ateez smut#stray kids smut#txt smut#shinee smut#kinktober#kinktober 2024#kinktober masterlist
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#song mingi#mingi#ateez#all i have are fake friends who don't care about my happiness or well being#because none of y'all told me these dropped#because what the FCUKK#wtf#whateth the fucketh#he looks like bobby from ikon#ikonics will understand this#a lot is riding on this cb tbh#i have almost left the fandom but this man's undercut has dragged me back in#you mf i love your stupid face and your stupid hair
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Okay…. Hear me out
Listen….. listen… hear me out please. Imagine. JYP of all people kidnaps you along with all your biases and yall have to go through a bunch of different trials like facing your fears, getting through some fucked up rooms…. In our own delulu ways they all fall in love with you and they all try and save you and help as much as they can. Spicy, angst, horror… etc. please don’t judge me
#ateez#ateez imagines#ateez fanfic#ateez x reader#ateez seonghwa#ateez yunho#ateez jongho#ateez kim hongjoong#ateez mingi#ateez park seonghwa#kpop icons#kpop bias#superstar jyp#stray kids#bts#txt#nct 127#nct dream#nct u#nctinc#nct#wayv#verivery#btob#ikon#the boyz#seventeen#p1harmony
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[23:13]
warning: mature content
He wasn’t expecting a completely dark home when he opened the door this evening. But here he is, trying to make his way to the bedroom without hitting any furniture on the way. His baby is home, he knows it.
Sleeping perhaps?, he thought.
He couldn’t be more wrong-
The dancing silhouette in his bedroom says otherwise. The figure dances in the dark, a familiar silhouette created by the light streaming through the window. The person is completely oblivious to his presence, moving in a teasing manner, lost in whatever music is playing through the earphones.
He cleared his throat, adjusting his position as he leans on the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest.
As his gaze focuses more and more on the body, not on the movements it makes, the performer turns around-
A gasp breaks the silence.
“You’re back”, followed by a tiny voice, almost a whisper.
He licked his lips, making his way closer.
“Yes, darling”
“How long have you been standing there?”, the earphones are off, his gaze lands on the pair of ears getting redder by the second.
He pretended to think, “hm… long enough to say that you are an incredible dancer, not long enough to see the entire performance”
“You weren’t supposed to see that”, the pout that came with the statement made him laugh.
He moved closer, trapping his little dancer with his arms and the dresser.
“Oh but it’s a pleasure for me to see that, darling”, his whispered.
He licked his lips again, feeling thirsty out of nowhere. His eyes darts to the pair of soft lips in front of him, calling out his name.
“How was your day?”, he almost didn’t catch the question, too lost inside the thought of a certain pair of lips against his.
“Exponentially better after that private performance of yours”
“Goodness, I wish there was a way to make you forget you ever saw that”, he could sense the embarrassment with a hint of frustration.
He was doing a great job holding in the urge to claim the lips in front of him, until someone’s teeth started chewing on it-
-and he lost it.
Another gasp fills the room as their lips collide. Bodies flush against each other. His lips moves passionately. He is hungry- no, starving. Hands are all over the place, feeling every curve his little dancer has. He gives no mercy, no time to breathe. Why breathe in oxygen when this person is the air he breathes?
Feeling a gentle push on his chest, he pulls away slightly, breathing heavily.
“I- I need to breathe”, he responded with a smirk, followed by a kiss on the forehead.
“You should take a shower, it’s late”
He was amused at the attempt to distract him from what he wants, “only if you join me, love”
The pair of eyes glaring him at him sent him laughing, “don’t- no, please stop doing that”
“Do what? I’m not doing anything, darling”, he teased more.
“Just go shower already, I’ll wait for you in bed”, and another gentle push on his chest.
He place a kiss on the neck, whispering, “I’ll see you in bed, baby”
“-hopefully with nothing on”
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hi everyone! i am well aware that i have not posted anything in two years. i sincerely apologize for that, and i am apologizing in advance because i can not promise you that i will be posting regularly in the future. anyways, ya girl is a doctor now. i hope that could explain my absence (sorry). here’s a little something i wrote, because apparently i daydreamed a bit too hard and this scene has been stuck in my mind ever since. take care! please stay happy and healthy ✨
#kpop imagines#nct imagines#seventeen imagines#bts imagines#monsta x imagines#ateez imagines#the boyz imagines#got7 imagines#stray kids imagines#wayv imagines#sf9 imagines#ikon imagines#super m imagines#nct 127 imagines#nct johnny imagines#yuta imagines#jaehyun imagines#scoups imagines#kim mingyu imagines#hoshi imagines#jungkook imagines#changkyun imagines
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HAPPY ATEEZ X APPRECIATION WEEK 💜
Song Mingi: 🐥(🐺)
"Ming-tiseu" 💛
99liners 🧡 (5/6)
Yungi 🩶 (2/2)
Rapline 🎧 (3/3)
Nicknames: Mingki, Man Gi, Princess Minki.
*Only ENTP-T member that's in their group.
*Fans say he looks like iKONs members 'Bobby. "
AsToldBy𝓐𝓻𝓪'𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪
#ateez#atinysource#ateez mingi#ateez kq#kq fellaz#kq entertainment#kpop icons#south korea#kpop boys#4th gen kpop#kpop#idol kpop#ateez yungi#yungi#rapper#ikon bobby
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Through Fire and Blood
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13
。・:*:・゚’★,。・:*:・゚’☆。・:*:・゚’★,。・:*:・゚’☆。・:*:・゚’★,。・:*:・゚’☆。・:*:・゚’★ POV: K-idol x reader
H/N = His name Y/N = Your name
Trigger warning: swearing 。・:*:・゚’★,。・:*:・゚’☆。・:*:・゚’★,。・:*:・゚’☆。・:*:・゚’★,。・:*:・゚’☆。・:*:・゚’★
The warehouse echoed with an unsettling emptiness as you were roughly shoved inside. This time, it was another man—not Jun Ho—who brought you here. The familiar interrogation room chair awaited, opposite the boss's empty chair. The two men were still hanging there, the puddle of blood beneath them having grown larger. Their bodies were a gruesome reminder of what happened to those who crossed the boss. Fortunately, you didn't have to endure the sight for long before being pushed into the chair.
To your surprise, Jun Ho— whose gang name you had learned was Python—had suddenly positioned himself next to you. You had overheard one of the men addressing him by that name earlier. You looked at him, surprised since you hadn’t seen him in the hall before. He didn’t even spare you a glance, his eyes fixed on the empty chair before you.
"Boss Cobra will be here soon," one of the guards announced, breaking the heavy silence.
"Cobra it is," you thought, a realization dawning on you. That name sounded familiar. You must have overheard it while waiting in H/N's office during his meetings.
Your heart raced as you contemplated what was to come. Would H/N be able to find you? Would he confront Cobra? The fear of what awaited you under that man’s rule twisted in your stomach. You turned slightly to Jun Ho, studying him, trying to gauge whether he was an ally or just another pawn in this deadly game. But his expression remained unreadable, a mask of stoicism that left you with more questions than answers.
A moment later, a figure strode into the room, radiating an aura of power and menace. Cobra. He entered the hall, clad in an immaculate white suit, walking with the confidence of a man who believed he owned everything—and everyone—in the room. He was flanked by two men who appeared to be his bodyguards, their expressions mirroring their leader's – emotionless and deadly.
His gaze locked onto you immediately, a twisted smile spreading across his face. It wasn’t the kind of smile that offered comfort or warmth. It was the practiced charm of a predator, pretending familiarity, that made your skin crawl.
"It's so good to see you, my wildcat," he purred, his voice smooth but carrying the underlying threat of a snake ready to strike. His words oozed with false affection as if he were greeting an old lover. The tone made you want to retch, the nickname he used now feeling like a brand, a reminder of your imprisonment.
"Did you miss me?" Cobra leaned in, the faint scent of expensive cologne doing little to mask the suffocating malice that clung to him. His voice was low and almost seductive, but it dripped with manipulation. You instinctively recoiled, but his lips brushed the top of your head—a grotesque imitation of intimacy. His finger traced the curve of your cheek, lingering too long. You shuddered under his touch, every nerve in your body screaming to pull away, but you forced yourself to stay still.
A flicker of movement from Jun Ho caught your eye. His normally stoic demeanor faltered for a brief second. His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened with something far more personal than simple professionalism. His stance grew rigid, and the tension radiating off him was palpable. It wasn’t just Cobra’s theatrics getting to him—it was Cobra touching you.
Jealousy simmered beneath the surface of Jun Ho’s calm exterior. Seeing Cobra treat you like something he owned, like a plaything, was more than he could bear. His protective instinct had become harder to suppress ever since you were brought into this nightmare. Each time Cobra got close, Jun Ho felt an almost primal need to shield you from the man’s poisonous grasp.
He wanted to intervene, to pull you away from Cobra’s suffocating presence, but he was bound by his position, and it burned him alive inside.
"So, our little game is about to end, wouldn't you say?" Cobra settled into the chair opposite you, his voice dripping with arrogance.
You looked at him, puzzled. "What game?"
His grin widened, exuding an air of superiority that made you want to slap it off his face. "Well, your fiancé's death game, of course. We lured him here on our terms. He has until midnight to show up, or you..." His voice trailed off, but the unspoken threat hung heavy in the air. "Or you’ll die." He said it so nonchalantly as if human lives meant nothing to him.
"Why are you doing this?" you choked out.
Cobra’s grin stretched even wider as he watched the shock and fear flash across your face, feeding his ego.
"You see, sweetheart," he continued, his tone almost casual, "there are rules in this world, and your little fiancé decided he didn’t want to play by them. So now, he’s learning the hard way. How stupid of him to mess with me." His eyes sparkled with cruel delight. He crossed his legs and placed his hands in his lap, his arrogance radiating from him like heat.
You swallowed hard, trying to steady your voice, but the anger bubbling up inside you refused to be silenced. "You think you can control everything with your twisted games? He’ll come for me, and when he does—"
Cobra cut you off with a laugh, a cold, hollow sound that echoed in the room. "Oh, he’ll come. I’m counting on it. But what do you think will happen when he does?" He leaned forward, his gaze locking onto yours with a predatory glint. "This is my territory. He walks in, he walks into his grave. This, my dear, is the lesson he’ll learn: what it means to lose everything he loves." Cobra’s voice turned low, each word more venomous than the last. "And if he doesn’t show? Well, you won’t be around to see his regret."
You felt your hands trembling, a mix of fear and fury flooding your senses. But you wouldn’t give Cobra the satisfaction of seeing you break. "You’re underestimating him," you said, your voice steadying despite the fear clawing at you. "You won’t win."
Cobra chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. "We’ll see, darling. We’ll see."
"Boss, five minutes to midnight," one of the bodyguards said, breaking the tense silence.
"Please, H/N, don’t come. This is a trap," you silently pleaded, your heart racing.
"You see, I'm not going to kill you," he said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "That would be such a waste. Instead, I give you the honor of becoming my bride." He smiled as if he were offering you the world on a silver platter. "You’ll still be the wife of the most feared boss. The only difference is, I'll be the man at your side. The only true boss, as it should be, after eliminating that filthy trash,
H/N." His eyes sparkled with twisted delight as if he had just delivered the most romantic proposal. But to you, it was pure madness.
You stared at him in disbelief, unable to fathom the depths of his delusion. Had he just listened to himself? Did he really think he could erase your love for H/N with a title and power? As if your bond with H/N was just about status or influence. Your stomach churned with revulsion as you realized how little Cobra understood about love, loyalty, or even basic human emotion. His idea of a relationship was a twisted power play, devoid of anything real.
"I’d rather die than be with you," you spat, your voice trembling with fury and defiance. "H/N is the only one for me, and it has nothing to do with his power or wealth."
At your words, Jun Ho shifted beside you. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His reaction was almost imperceptible, but you noticed it, the way your declaration of loyalty to H/N stoked something deep inside him. Cobra, on the other hand, had no such restraint. His smile evaporated, replaced by a snarl of pure rage.
"How dare you, you bitch!" he roared, his voice a thunderclap that echoed through the hall. "I'll teach you some manners. Like it or not, you're going to be mine."
He glanced at his watch, a cruel grin stretching across his face. "Just one more minute." His voice dropped, oozing with mockery. "What a pity. Looks like your knight on the white horse won’t be here in time to save you."
But before you could process the weight of his threat, a voice cut through the tense air like a blade. Deep, dark, and filled with unbridled fury.
"That’s where you’re wrong."
Your breath caught in your throat as your head snapped up. You’d recognize that voice anywhere.
There, standing in the doorway like an avenging force, was H/N, his silhouette sharp against the faint light filtering into the room. His presence filled the space, dominating it. His eyes locked on Cobra, but there was something more in his gaze when it flicked briefly to you—a silent promise. He had come for you.
"Here I am."
To be continued...
♡
Finally, there he is! Our hero/prince/avenger...
Stay tuned for part 15!
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Happy Birthday dear Chris/Bang Chan!
Thank you for being such a wonderfully talented, kind, and inspiring person. Wishing you all the love, happiness, and success you deserve. Thank you for existing! Big hug! 💕✨
Love, YumiYue 🌙
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#fanfiction#fanfic#kpop fanfiction#kpop fanfic#kpop#mafia au#action#dark romance#romance#love#stray kids#ikon#got7#bts#exo#nct#txt#enhypen#ateez#seventeen#the boyz#day6#shinee#btob#monsta x#astro#the rose#zerobaseone
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there's groups like ateez where each member uses their real names and it's really helpful for new fans to memorise them. then there's groups like seventeen where there's at least like 24 names u gotta remember bc at least half of them has two names lol.
#(then there's ikon where the members suddenly get assigned with new stage names outta nowhere)#ateez#atz#svt#seventeen#yap
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haha sailors were so stupid for getting crashed up on the rocks by sirens
anyway time to scroll through kpop videos for 3 hours
#leading myself to a different kind of ruin#called lack of sleep and money#atz#ateez#kpop#stray kids#skz#5hinee#shinee#seventeen#svt#enhypen#monsta x#ikon
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✧:・゚.✧ *:. E N G L I S H M A S T E R L I S T :・゚✧ *:・゚✧
(f) fluff | (a) angst | (sg) suggestive | (s) smut
ATEEZ
➪ Hongjoong
> "Cafuné" (f)
> "MyOhMy!" (s)
BTS
➪ Taehyung
> "𝙸𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗" (𝚏)/(𝚊)
> "𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐" (𝚏)/(𝚊)
> 1'𝙼 𝙹𝚄57 4 𝙶4𝙼3
> "𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎" (𝚏)
SEVENTEEN
➪ Hoshi
> "𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜" (𝚏)
> "𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁" (𝚏)
> ασφαλής"safe" (𝚏)
SEUNGYOUN (WOODZ)
> "𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗' 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍" (𝚊)
> "𝙼𝚟𝚗𝚐.𝙾𝚗!" (𝚊) / (𝚏)
> "(𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢) 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎!" (𝚊)
IKON
➪ Bobby
> "𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚜" (𝚏)/(𝚊)
> "𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏" (𝚏)
NCT
➪ Taeyong
> "Paint me." (f)/(sg)
VAV
➪ Ayno
> "𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚖𝚎?" (𝚏)/(𝚜𝚐)
VICTON
➪ Sejun
> "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜?" (𝚊) / (𝚏)
#kpop#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#kpop fluff#imagines#bts imagines#bts taehyung#ateez imagine#ateez smut#ateez fluff#seventeen fluff#seventeen imagines#seventeen#seventeen smut#svt#svt fluff#svt imagines#svt x reader#bts x reader#bts x y/n#ateez x y/n#ateez x reader#nct imagines#nct fluff#nct smut#ikon imagines#seungyoun imagines#woodz x reader#woodz imagine#woodz angst
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Here is the masterlist so that you can find all the kinky good stuff in one spot!
Day 1- Thigh Riding w/ Jungkook
Day 2- Biting w/ Chanyeol ft. Baekhyun and Sehun
Day 3- Lingerie w/ JayB
Day 4- Masturbation w/ Hyunjae
Day 5- Edging w/ Wooyoung
Day 6- Dirty Talk w/ Jiung
Day 7- Mirror Sex w/ Sunwoo
Day 8- Cockwarming w/ Jaehyun
Day 9- Praise kink w/ Bobby
Day 10- Public Sex w/ San
Day 11- Knife Play w/ Jihoon
Day 12- Threesome w/ Zuho and Hwiyoung
Day 13- Religious Play w/ Hyunjin
Day 14- Succubus/Incubus w/ Yeonjun
Day 15- Vampire w/ Yuta
Day 16- Toys w/ Sunghoon
Day 17- Camgirl/boy w/ Soobin
Day 18- Voice Kink w/ Felix
Day 19- Somnophilia w/ Hyunsuk
Day 20- Size Kink w/ Yunho
Day 21- Breeding w/ Keeho
Day 22- Overstimulation w/ Kard
Day 23- Phone Sex w/ Key
Day 24- Wax Play w/ The8
Day 25- Car Sex w/ Juyeon
Day 26- Drunk/ High sex w/ I.M
Day 27- Body Mods w/ Ten and Taeyong
Day 28- Caught or Almost w/ I.N
Day 29- Hypnosis/ Mind Control w/ Kino
Day 30- Fucking Machine w/ Namjoon
Day 31- Sex Pollen/ Aphrodisiac w/ Jay
#k-pop smut#sf9 smut#seventeen smut#pentagon smut#p1harmony smut#nct smut#monsta x smut#kard smut#ikon smut#enhypen smut#treasure smut#the boyz smut#big bang smut#exo smut#got7 smut#bts smut#ateez smut#stray kids smut#txt smut#shinee smut#kinktober 2023#kinktober
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#for some Esquire Korea thing#B.I#kim hanbin#ikon#formerly of ikon?#i don't know what to tag these days#but i haven't posted him in such a long time#i still really like that Nihilism tattoo actually#yes i post things that are not ateez
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★. . k-pop fandom headers 𖹭
☆. . like or reblog if you like, save or use! hey, don't republish without credits!!
#﹫estrelinha-s ᐧ 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐.#ㅤ📎 ㅤ' ㅤ headersㅤ ♡#the boyz#ikon#sf9#bts#stray kids#ateez#itzy#blackpink#monsta x#tbz#kpop#kpop headers#arquivo#my headers#headers#the boyz headers#tbz headers#ikon headers#bts headers#blackpink headers#sf9 headers#itzy headers#monsta x headers#ateez headers#stray kids headers#gg headers#bg headers#messy headers
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Sounding Board
Word count: 1,198 words
Pairing: Unspecified male idol x gn!reader
Warnings: anxiety, depressive feelings, feelings of not being enough/being a bad friend
Being other people’s sounding boards had always been something that you liked being. Maybe it was the burned out gifted in you, maybe it was the sad child who hadn’t gotten enough emotional support growing up so you had learned to hide it all or grow a thick skin, or maybe it was simple the fact that you got it – you had bad days and needed to just let it out sometimes too; but for whatever reason, you had always prided yourself on being the person that people could come to with their problems. You were the whiteboard to write on that could be wiped clean the moment they didn’t need to look at their pain anymore, the wishing well where they could drop their coins and trinkets in the hopes their wishes will come true and the fears won’t, the sleepy village they can ransack with their words and concerns because who would even care about the little villagers crops anyway, the emotional support dog that licks up your tears and wags its tail so hard you think it’ll break something but really it just heals your broken heart, the paper lantern they could light and watch float away into the sky to take away their pain with it – the therapist. You were always the fucking therapist.
And on any other day, any other month, any other year, you wouldn’t mind. You knew that everyone needed that sometimes, it meant that they trusted you, that they liked you. There was nothing wrong with asking your friends to listen to your pain, to rant, to get it out, to ask for advice. Hell, you had done it a million times yourself, rarely asking if it was okay to unload your problems onto the closest kind soul.
But for some reason, today wasn’t like any other day. This month wasn’t any other month. And this year sure hadn’t started out like any other year. You loved your friends, you loved being a support, you loved that people loved you enough to reach out when they needed help.
But you had been worrying about your own problems – what felt like a million little problems stacking and stacking and stacking like a leaning tower of jenga blocks, waiting for the wrong piece to be pulled so it could all crash down around you. Your mind felt like a broken vase, glued back together precariously, gentle fingers pushing the pieces into place, hoping and praying that nothing will push too hard, rock the table, that the pieces wouldn’t all fly apart, cutting you up in the process. Every new small worry felt like an anvil on your mind, tightening your muscle in a vice grip, making your body feel like you were underwater but without the weightless joy of floating. Rather, the sinking, pressure-filled nothingness that dragged you deeper and deeper until you couldn’t remember the feeling of the sun. Your hands shook as you couldn’t decide whether to continue working, slowly chipping away at the anxieties and problems you had to work through in order to get back to your moment of peace, or distract yourself with something else, something fun, in order to ignore the problems just until you could think straight, just until your body didn’t feel like every nerve ending was zapping with electricity enough to power a whole city block. Whether waiting or working would be better, you couldn’t decide.
And every *ding* of a new message that you feared to look at meant you couldn’t tell if you were a good friend after all. Who were you to ignore someone else in pain? How dare you not listen and empathize, show care and concern, because that’s what they need. How dare you act just like those other people they complain about. So you try to give them the answers the want as your brain shuts down and you worry if the wording is right or if you sound as robotic as you feel. You look away and ignore the messages that send you into a panic – you know they don’t mean anything but man, you really didn’t think you’d have to think about that idea right now. Not when you had been so good for so long. Not when you had finally gotten to a point where saying it didn’t feel real anymore.
It was starting to feel real again.
As you sit at your desk, typing and typing and typing, not sure if you’re working for you now or working for the you that used to be, who knew that getting words out on a page meant progress, a you who used writing as an escape, you felt hands gently laying over your own, stopping the shaking and click clack click of your keyboard.
A pair of lips press against the crown of your head, as the hands lift your own, crossing your arms across your own chest and readjusting to match the pose, holding you tight against him. He slowly breathes in deep, holding and letting it out. You realize that he wants you to copy as his taps his finger against one of the backs of your hands. You slowly do the same, breathing deeply, holding, and releasing. After a moment of simply breathing, he reaches out to close your laptop, stepping back to pull your chair away from your desk.
He turns you, pulling you up to stand before him, before he pulls you back into his embrace. You didn’t know you needed more of this – this closeness. As though you had been lost out in outerspace, among the cold and dark and spacedust that doesn’t care for you.
He cares for you; this you know without a shadow of a doubt. Because if he didn’t he wouldn’t be here, holding you, kissing your head, rubbing your back, taking care of you when you feel like nothing can fix this.
He knows you have work to do, but he also knows that you need an excuse to take a break. That instead of listening to your own mind and body, you would work your way into a distressing state physically and mentally, and he wouldn’t let that happen. No, he would give you your excuse, silently becoming the reason for your ease, your pain to ebb away in waves as you simply breathe. He knows exactly how to help you, with no words and few actions.
After a moment, he guides you to your bed, pulling back the covers and layering you under a mound of blankets. He grabs the remote, turns on your favorite show, and slides in beside you, knowing all you need is proximity and familiarity. No words need to be uttered, no explanation could help better than the silent understanding that sometimes you just need to be.
And so together, you would be, without anyone else. No other problems, no other concerns, just the show softly playing in the background, the feeling of his breathing against your skin as you pull yourself as close as you can manage. This was how you stayed alive. This was how those ideas stopped feeling real again.
#imagine#kpop imagine#&team imagines#enhypen imagines#bts imagines#nct imagines#txt imagines#monsta x imagines#cravity imagines#the boyz imagines#elast imagines#ikon imagines#xdinary heroes imagines#stray kids imagines#ateez imagines#seventeen imagines#got7 imagines#tnx imagines
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Optional Bias Masterlist
💜 - suggestive 🖤 - smut 🩵 - fluff 🩶 - angst 💚 - sad 🩷 - comedy
Tamed (Drabble) 🖤
Façade (Not posted on my blog, but I wrote it, and I’m proud gdi, okay ;-;) 🖤
Friends (Drabble) 🩵?
? (Drabble) 💜
Regrets (Drabble) 🩶?
Sober 🩶
Enough 🖤
Off-Script 🖤
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I JUST SAW GYEOMMIES INSTA POST AND EXCUSE ME BUT MR SONG FUCKING MINGI WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!!
#my multi fandom heart is screaming!!#got7 x ateez collab when?#the fact svt nct and icon were there too!#simon dominic and gray and LOCO!!!#im gonna cry#all my favs in one room together#gyeomie really knows the whole fucking rap/kpop industry doesnt he#atz#ateez#got7#svt#nct#ikon#btob#ja3hwa
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