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[boy-comics]

no but they're right though, he's highkey giving mona lisa 😭

[la-grenouilles-posts]

He is beautiful, too much for me 😣

Xdinary Heroes <LIVE and FALL> Jun Han

[mini-mews]

"Don't Forget Me?" <3

xdinary heroes: hyeongjun han x gn!reader

wc: 450

warnings: angst, mention of hospitals and death

a/n: thank you @k-k-kn1v3s for taking the emotional beating and beta reading for me

“Please never forget about me.” He can hear your voice echoing in his head as he shifts the guitar in his grasp. Taking a deep breath he starts to strum, getting the beat. A quiet melody carries out as he hums the lyrics. A breeze rustles the grass and trees that surround you both, reminding him that time isn’t standing still. 

That time doesn’t sit still, it moves without care for what it brings forward. It moves without hesitation whether you’re ready or not. It came to a standstill only once for Hyeongjun. The day you told him the news. 

“It’s looking like I have 5-6 weeks left. There’s nothing left we can do.” 

For the first time ever, he had experienced time stopping. Nothing around him registered in his mind, not the people talking, the noise of the nurses and patients in other rooms, not even his own breathing, his heart beat that a second ago he could hear in his ears. 

Everything was slow, he could see the quiver on your lips, the way your eyes filled up with tears that refused to break and slip down your cheeks, the way your chest heaved in a poor attempt to keep your breathing somewhat stable. He couldn’t say for certain if time had slowed down or sped up for the hours spent crying into each other's arms that day. 

✰࿒ ჻࿒ ჻✰

The breeze brought Hyeongjun back to his senses, feeling the weight of the guitar against his body as his hair brushed across his forehead, “5..6..7..8..” Mumbling to count himself in, he strummed against the strings as he started to quietly sing out to you. 

A song dedicated to you, to hopefully express his love for you like he never got the chance to, a love song for his lover that slipped away too soon. His voice never held such a strength in volume, but he hoped that this time it would carry out the emotions he held close to his chest. 

“If I could just be happy by the end of this song. But if by the time you hear it, you’re already gone. I’ll just hold my love for you by the end of this life.” 

His voice cracked looking up to meet your head stone, imagining you sitting cross-legged across from him, a small smile reaching your lips as your eyes closed to focus completely on his performance.

✰࿒ ჻࿒ ჻✰

As he finishes off, eyes raised to meet yours. “Hey Hyeongjun? When you’re a famous rockstar, please don’t forget about me.” You said it so casually, eyes shining bright at him. Why did you look at him like he held the sky and painted the stars just for you? 

He remembers the warmth that raised to his face, red ears and a slightly high-pitched whine escaping him asking what nonsense you were talking about. He still can’t remember if he was questioning your belief that he’d really become a rockstar, or the fact that he’d even let the idea of you disappear from him. “I’ll hold onto my love for all of eternity, I promise.” He mumbled out as his lips brushed against a single bunch of white heliotrope flowers lay against your headstone, Hyeongjun hopes that his love will reach you still.

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[schnaf]

22 days until ode's 22nd birthday

day 15 - rock, paper, scissors

[jong5eob]

study buddies

han hyeongjun x reader college au

summary: Hyeongjun always seems to be prepared for class, having read all the papers and always ready to join the class in a debate. But for some reason he never brings a pen to class and he always ends up asking you for one, and you’re starting to get suspicious. (1.7k)

Of all the college courses that you expected to kick your ass, astronomy was not high on the list. You learned the planets when you were a kid, you kind of knew what asteroids and black holes were, and you…sort of understood how they worked. But midterms were approaching fast, and you were scared for your C grade.

Your only hope was Hyeongjun, who sat directly in front of you. He had a habit of forgetting his pencil, one that had gotten worse as the semester continued, and he often overheard your quiet cursing when you’d check your grades. You worked out a deal where he would help you with homework and studying, and you would lend him pencils (and occasionally highlighters) in exchange. Your grades never got anywhere within range of his, but you weren’t flunking so you weren’t complaining.

Your studying had started in the library on campus, but over time you would go to his dorm more and more often. He had good snacks, and his roommate was usually out, so it was an ideal environment for learning.

On this particular day, however, you were really scatterbrained. You almost left your key in your dorm, but luckily, your roommate was home and opened the door for you to grab it. By the time you realized you left all your pencils at your dorm, the two of you were already completely surrounded by study materials.

“Does Jooyeon have pencils I can borrow?” you ask, double checking your backpack to see if your pencil case is hiding.

“What’s wrong with yours?” Hyeongjun doesn’t look up until he’s already spoken and sees your backpack empty without your pencil case. “Ah. Uh.” He looks to the right, and you follow his gaze, looking at Jooyeon’s side of the room. It isn’t horrible, thanks to Hyeongjun convincing him to clean for the two of them every so often, but it’s pretty clear there isn't a lot of studying going on.

Hyeongjun silently gets up as you count the hoodies piled on Jooyeon’s desk (at least six), and he quickly opens and shuts a drawer, producing a single #2 pencil. He hands it to you, still not saying anything.

You try not to think too much of it, but it gnaws at the back of your mind while he tries to explain the concept of dark matter to you. You’re really trying to pay attention, truly, but you end up unable to focus on anything except when did Hyeongjun start buying pencils?

You’re pulled out of your daydream when Hyeongjun waves his hand in front of your face. “Did you catch that?”

“Catch what?” You blink twice, looking back at him instead of the almost-blank sheet of notebook paper you’ve been resting your pencil on.

“Singularity, it’s the middle of a black hole.” He pauses. “…How long have you not been paying attention?” He glances at your notebook but doesn’t say anything about the lack of notes.

“I must’ve zoned out for a second, I’m sorry.”

“No worries, I can explain it again.” He has a soft smile on his face as he explains the concepts of how black holes are formed and what they even are again. After a few minutes of utter confusion, something clicks, and the concepts start to make perfect sense. You scribble notes down as fast as you can, worried that the clarity isn’t going to last, but you manage to fill page after page with notes.

“Holy shit,” you say after a while, rubbing the wrist of your writing hand. “I feel like I just retook every class we’ve had this semester.”

“Is that bad?”

“No, no, I actually understood everything. Thank you.” Hyeongjun smiles at this.

“I’m glad. Do you think you’re ready for the midterm?”

You rest back on the palms of your hands. “Right now, yes. I’m just nervous that I won't remember anything in two days.”

“Of course you will, you’re smart.” You smile at him.

“Thanks, but my grades would disagree.”

“Grades don’t measure how smart you are, though.” He gets up, walking back over to his desk and opening a drawer, pulling out some snacks. “Are you hungry?” You nod, reaching out for one of the bags which you quickly open and start eating.

The two of you relax like this for a little while, refueling with all of your study materials surrounding you and just chatting. You find out that he plays guitar, he likes listening to jazz music and that he’s interested in fashion. After about half an hour of talking, the door to his dorm swings open and (presumably) his roommate comes in.

“I’m home!” he calls out, immediately becoming the loudest sound you’ve heard that day. He looks over at you and Hyeongjun, still sitting on the ground. “Oh? Is this your girlfriend?”

Hyeongjun doesn’t say anything, but the look he gives you tells you all that you need to know. “Ah, I have to go home, I forgot my roommate wanted to make dinner with me tonight.” You’re lying through your teeth and you hope Hyeongjun can tell.

“Ah, okay. Thank you for studying with me.” He helps you gather your things Jooyeon lays on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Bye, Hyeongjun’s girlfriend!” he calls on your way out. Hyeongjun closes the door quickly, and you can faintly hear his roommate yelling out in pain immediately after. “What was that for?”

You walk back to your dorm, fairly confident in yourself for your test.

You and Hyeongjun don’t talk much the next day, your only class together is Astronomy so you don’t get much of a chance to interact outside of the lecture hall. He does text you a few times, making sure that you remember the different types of stars and what a quasar is, but for the most part, you focus on your other class and reading back over your notes.

On the day of the midterm, you enter the lecture hall and glance around for Hyeongjun. You don’t see him, so you take a seat. Your professor has a rule where there needs to be a minimum of three seats and one row between the closest person to you, so you don’t get your usual spot, instead sitting closer to the middle. There aren’t too many people in this course, so it’s not too difficult to find a seat.

You’re pulling out your pencil case when someone walks past you, whispering “You’ve got this!” You glance up as they pass to see Hyeongjun smiling softly at you while flashing a thumbs up. You smile back at him, watching him find a seat, and you’re surprised to feel butterflies in your stomach. You hadn’t really considered that you might be into him, but you put the thought out of your mind for the moment. The exam is beginning, and all of your anxiety comes rushing back as you open the packet.

You glance over the first page, and some of your anxiety dissipates as you see several rows of multiple choice questions. You find yourself somehow breezing through them, and at the end, there are five fill-in-the-blank questions. You check over your answers again before you turn the test into the professor sitting at the front of the classroom, and you’re on your way out of the back door when someone grabs your wrist.

You quickly turn around to find Hyeongjun smiling at you. “Sorry,” he whispers, “I didn’t want to yell. Uh…would you want to get a coffee?”

“Of course.” You smile back at him. He lets go of your wrist, and the two of you walk to a little cafe just off campus. You end up spending a few hours there, eating pastries and drinking your coffee, and by the time you realize how late it’s gotten, there’s a notification waiting for you on your phone. Your midterm was already graded.

“Oh, holy shit.” You stare at the notification, scared to open it and find that you didn’t understand quite as much as you thought you did.

“Did yours get graded, too?” Hyeongjun asks.

“Yeah…” you trail off. “What did you get?”

“You check first.” He locks his phone, placing it screen-down on the table.

You take a deep breath and tap on the notification. It takes a second to load and your anxiety is at its peak just before it finally shows you. Somehow, some way, you got an A-, which is your highest grade in that class so far. It skyrockets your course grade from its comfortable C to a mid B. You drop your phone on the table, mouth slightly hanging open.

You blink, looking back at Hyeongjun. “What did you get?” you ask again.

He holds his phone up, showing an A+, which isn’t unexpected. “I had a really good study buddy,” he tells you. “What did you get?” You show him your phone, with both the grade of your midterm and your overall grade up, and a wide grin spreads on his face.

“I knew you could do it!” He exclaims, before covering his mouth with his hand. The cafe is mostly empty by now, and even the employees don’t give him a look. You smile back at him, overly proud of yourself, as well as grateful for all of Hyeongjun’s support and study help.

“Would you, uh, want to keep studying together?” you ask, a little worried of what he might say.

“Of course, I have fun studying with you.” His phone buzzes like twenty times, threatening to shake it off of the table. He glances down at the notification and his face falls slightly. “I’m sorry, I have to go, Jooyeon lost his key, and if the RA finds out, he’s going to have to pay a fee. Are you free to study on Monday?”

“Yeah, sounds perfect. Good luck with Jooyeon.”

“Then it’s a date.” He doesn’t look you in the eyes as he says this, and he only waves goodbye to you as he leaves the cafe.

You sit for a second before cleaning off the table and leaving yourself. The butterflies are back, less subtle than before. This time, you don’t try to find a distraction from them.

[la-grenouilles-posts]

Poor baby :(

[sugawhaaa]

Sugawhaaa's kinktober 2024

✩°｡✮₊˚⊹♡First week ✩°｡✮₊˚⊹♡

[Theme:: dark/fantasy]

Day 1:: Gaon-little red riding hood

Day 2:: Lee know-succubus

Day 3:: keeho-mental hospital patient

Day 4:: Hongjoong-obsessed kidnapper

Day 5:: Taehyun-vampire

Day 6:: Felix-drive in

Day 7:: ???-prince of black magic

𐙚˙⋅⋆⛓⋅⋆⛓️Second week ⛓️⋅⋆⛓⋅⋆𐙚˙

[Theme:: sub & dom]

Day 8:: Felix-reverse roles

Day 9:: beomgyu-name collar

Day 10:: Mingi-face fucking

Day 11:: San-face sitting

Day 12:: Jeongin-marking

Day 13:: Jooyeon-cum obsessed

Day 14:: ???-subspace

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾{{Week 3}} ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

[Theme:: public/more than one]

Day 15:: Han-at a party

Day 16:: Seonghwa/Hongjoong-caught their eye at a club

Day 17:: Hyunjin-Hiking break

Day 18:: Theo-neighbors watching

Day 19:: o.de/Junhan-teaching

Day 20:: Wooyoung-fucking on the stripper stage

Day 21:: ???-fucked while the members watch

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ {{Week 4}}.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚

[Theme:: unique/less popular]

Day 22:: keeho-shower sex

Day 23:: Jongho-claustrophobic nightmare

Day 24:: Yunho-shibari

Day 25:: Seungmin-mirror sex

Day 26:: Jiung-masseur

Day 27:: Han-massage turns into a deeper form of relaxing

Day 28:: ???-filming at a hotel

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🕸️🕷.𖥔 ݁ ˖{{Finale}}.𖥔 ݁ ˖🕸️🕷.𖥔 ݁ ˖

[Theme:: straight up porn shit]

Day 29:: Jiseok-frosting

Day 30:: hongjoong/ateez-???

Day 31:: Hongjoong-???

!Rules, guidelines and information!

-this isn't exactly made for one of those everybody joins but if you wish to use some of these ideas or follow along with the prompts go ahead! Just be sure to tag me :3

-these will be posted weekly! Every week will include all one-shots on one post and there will be one special one every week that is longer and usually more sexual/intimate

-I might not be able to finish all fanfics for that week before it is that week and so some of the one-shots won't be completed but they will be posted at a later date

-Prompts/members may change before being released

-for those looking for my introduction I've hyperlinked it to this text

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[b1mbodoll]

BUNNY HANNIE IM GONNA SCREAM!!!

pslplspplsplspls elaborate on ur tags 🙏🙏🙏🙏

love, 🔗

pairings: junhan x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + somnophilia + noncon + dryhumping + dacryphilia + panty stealing + masturbation + ear pulling + degradation + creampies

💌: my little love ur so cute i can always count on u to be there when the junie brainrot is bad!!!!! mwah

❤︎₊ ⊹ bunny hybrid! junhan is the shyest little pervert!!!!! he dreams of using you for his pleasure and has the nastiest thoughts about you, his sweet and caring owner n it makes him feel so guilty :( he wants to be so good for you but it’s almost impossible! especially when he can hear you touching yourself in the other room :( his loppy little ears pick up on every single moan and whine you let out, making his foot thump when you cum wishing he was between your legs and worshipping your pretty cunt

❤︎₊ ⊹ speaking of his wet dreams, they start to affect him bad. he sneaks into your bed at night under the guise of nightmares and waits until you finally fall back asleep, freeing his cock before laying behind you and gripping your hips tightly while he humps your ass <3 he can’t help himself and lets out breathy groans, cock sensitive and his tail twitching wildy from the pleasure he feels. junhan doesnt stop until he reaches his climax, thick load spurting on your sleeping form, globs of it painting his tummy and your back making him cry because he feels so so bad for using you without your knowledge

❤︎₊ ⊹ one night you catch him jerking his cock with your dirty panties and you’re so flustered, cheeks hot as you try to reprimand him but the bunny boy doesnt stop. he apologizes through tears and literally wails when you pet the base of his ears to console him, emptying his balls on the fabric as soon as he feels the stimulation. he leans into the touch and clings to you, wrapping his arms around you as he humps your leg, begging you to continue rubbing his sensitive ears. it doesn’t take long for him to cum again, not when you wrap your hand around the soft fur and tug hard, pussy dripping at the sight of his fucked out face

❤︎₊ ⊹ when junhan finally fucks you, he loses his mind <3 your sweet little bunny is gone and in his place is a desperate bully, throwing degrading remarks at you and calling you disgusting for “teasing” him. says you’re an easy little whore for letting him ruin you ‘nd fills you up with cum over and over until you’re unconscious, reduced to a drooling cockslut as he takes what he wants

[haesunflower]

xdinary heroes reaction to receiving flowers

genre: fluff

pairing: reader (mostly gn) x all members

about/tags: xdh reacts to you buying or giving them flowers

established relationship, bullet point reactions, lowercase is intentional, this is my first work for xdinary heroes, afab for gunil's, i had to google what each flower represented, sorry for inaccuracies, dedicated to requester @snowflakemoon3

⠀⠀ gunil ⠀⠀

gunil is a whiner

so one day when he complains that "don't you think it's kinda misandrist that only women get flowers most of the time"

you think that's a direct jab at you because he does in fact, get you flowers all the time

on your next date you order sunflowers for him

it arrives via delivery and when he opens the door, he kinda smirks

"finally, i'm being appreciated around here" (jokingly)

he places the flowers in the vase you usually use

later on you find out he saved the petals of the sunflower in a ziploc bag

you teach him how to press and dry flowers for preservation

when he sees your collection of dried flowers from all those times he gifted you, he's so touched

looks at you like you're his whole world as you continue to demonstrate how to do it

⠀⠀ jungsu ⠀⠀

jungsu talks about getting plants for his room all the time but never actually does

so you bought him a pretty orchid to place on his windowsill

he loves it and takes care of it really well

he once read that plants have feelings

so he spoke to the orchid every night, pretending like the both of you were its parents

one day you caught him singing to it

"since when did you start giving private concerts to the plant, jungsu?"

"shut up. water your child, it's dying"

and you're just like??? but you do it anyways

taking care of orchids together become your shared hobby

years down the line, jungsu makes sure the flowers at your wedding are orchids

⠀⠀ gaon ⠀⠀

you were on a picnic date at a meadow

gaon made all this effort to set the date up, even making (which you start to suspect that he actually just bought) all the food you were currently eating

you felt kinda bad, as you didn't prepare anything (well to be fair this date was a surprise)

so while he was setting up the picnic basket earlier, you took the liberty to venture

you found a small wildflower bed full of marigolds and daises

you gathered the brightest and prettiest ones, the ones that best resemble gaon

so when you tell him "close your eyes I have a surprise for you"

and he opens them he's genuinely surprised that it's flowers

his heart goes like awwwww

but ngl he thought you were gonna plant a kiss on his lips

"I can do that as well, jiseok"

he got the kisses and the flowers, it's a happy day for him

⠀⠀ o.de ⠀⠀

"are those flowers?"

he stares at the meal your prepared him, edible flowers prettily arranged on top

you spent the whole day cooking for your date and bought edible flowers to decorate the salads

he's in awe because he's never tried it before

neither have you, so you're hoping it tastes okay

when you both sit down and take your first bites

seungmin says "babe is it me or it just tastes like plants"

"i sure hope so, because it is indeed, a plant"

"right".

you both just sorta stare at each other then laugh

he reaches for your hand across the table to bring it to his lips

"thank you for the meal babe, i love it"

he kisses your hand with such sincerity you want to cry

⠀⠀ junhan ⠀⠀

there was an old lady selling the last of her roses for the day by your university

they weren't anything particularly special, but they were individually wrapped so prettily you couldn't resist

she told you they'd wilt soon, so she's giving them at half the price to students

you decided to buy a red rose to give to junhan

as you stopped by his dorms, you found him strumming on his guitar

you jokingly threw the flower at him and said "bravo, encore encore!"

he picks up the flower and puts it in between his lips and bows, going along with the bit

you both laugh at each others' antics

junhan is goofier since you came along

⠀⠀ jooyeon ⠀⠀

jooyeon has received flowers from someone he personally knew in his life exactly 3 times

when he graduated high school, his debut showcase, and his first concert (all came from his parents btw)

so when you visit him in the inkigayo green room with a bouquet of brightly colored carnations he doesn't even think that those are for him

"huh, who gave those to you?"

"it's for you, jooyeon...."

and he's all confused like "what, why?"

and you're also confused as to why he's confused like? "congrats on your comeback and new mini-album?"

jooyeon takes the bouquet and smiles at the message you wrote

"to my favorite rockstar, jooyeon"

every time he made a comeback or released a new single, you would send him different flowers

in return, he places a kiss on your forehead

A/N: when i got this request i knew i just had to use the gaon flower pictures!!

btw to those that don't know, i take requests for other groups including nct, svt, xdh and of course zb1

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[boy-comics]

AWH STOP that's literally the cutest thing, i'm crying

dropping by to say that i think about your junhan bf headcanons every other day 🥲💕 also. thoughts about junhan making you one of those lego flower bouquets bc you get sad whenever the real ones he gives you start wilting :( -boycomics

YOOO BOYCOMICS‼️ I’ve totally seen your stuff floating around!! Thanks for dropping by and sending some love!

I think Jun Han would get the idea almost on accident? Like, he knew that getting you fake flowers would be cute because it would be the whole, “my love for you dies when these flowers die” type of deal. BUT maybe the two of you would be tossing around some date ideas, and you would suggest getting a cheap little Lego set to build together, and that’s when it hits him. So when he shows up with the cute bouquet of Lego roses to build together, you’re practically over the moon 🥹

[boy-comics]

STAND OUT!

── .✦ pairing; ♭form!junhan x gn!reader

── .✦ summary; your dear friend hyeongjun regrets his recent styling choice.

── .✦ word count; ~0.8k

── .✦ tags; fluff, comfort, childhood friends, mutual pining, mild background angst

── .✦ a/n; takes place within the xh lore universe (i haven’t got a total grasp on it tho so i am adding my own stuff lol) and set in the “real” world. so ig it's not actually ♭form!junhan since he's not in ♭form here but it looks better than xh lore!junhan and that's why i'm leaving it like that :)

"It's bad."

"I'm sure it's not that bad. Lemme see."

Hyeongjun, his face half-buried in your favorite pillow, simply shakes his head. His beanie is pulled comically low over his eyes and past his ears and it's really an unbearably endearing sight, this beanpole of a boy swimming in a moss-green sweater and curled around a worn notebook thrown haphazardly onto your childhood bed, but you know it is not the time to tease. (Even if you want to do so very, very badly.)

"I'm going to dye it back."

"Noooo," you protest, hands draping over his beanie to tug at it gently. Hyeongjun doubles down on his own grip in response, and you complain, "We spent so long deciding on a color! Why do you want to change it again?"

There's a pause. You let go, and Hyeongjun sighs, muffled by soft cotton fabric. "... It stands out too much."

"That's why you wanted to dye it in the first place."

Hyeongjun just lets out something between a grumble and a whine, and you fall backwards to lie down next to him, crossing your arms.

Your dear friend confuses you sometimes.

You like to think that, in general, you understand Han Hyeongjun quite well. He is not one to be changed much by time, sort of like a pine tree—a little taller and stronger with each year, maybe, but with the same soft needles, the same quiet steadfastness, the same comforting smell. Understanding him is not due to his simplicity because people aren't simple, let alone Hyeongjun, but rather due to walking the intricate lines of his personality time and time again.

But in moments like these, you are reminded that the closest of friends still hold their mysteries.

Your gaze drifts over to the quiet lump beside you.

"It's because this isn't ♭form, isn't it?"

He stiffens.

"Nobody knows who you are on this side. If your looks stand out just a little bit, it's no big deal."

"It's different," Hyeongjun says.

"How?"

"Standing out a little bit here feels worse than standing out a lot there."

Something about the way he words it hurts. Not a lot, just a twinge, but you can't help the way it colors your tone when you reply, "It's just me right now, Hyeongjun-ah."

Don't leave for so long that reality makes me a stranger.

You hear him swallow. His lips part while yours press together tightly, and he slowly shifts, lifting his beanie until it's just above his eyes again. They meet yours and he breathes.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"It kind of felt like it, though." You pick at your nails, raising your hand up to your face to look at them. White polish to Hyeongjun's black. "The real world isn't all bad, you know. It's the one where we became friends."

"Yeah," he admits quietly.

A flake of paint makes its way underneath your fingernail. You scrape it out, conscious of the way your companion continues to stare at you.

Hyeongjun utters your name. When you glance over at him, blinking lazily, he peels off the beanie to let his hair fluff out.

You regard it.

"It's really pretty. It's like hot apple cider."

A flush makes its way to Hyeongjun's cheeks, complementing the reddish-brown strands that kiss them. "Ah, you think so?"

"Mhmm." His face turns redder, and to your embarrassment, it starts a familiar flutter in your gut. You casually turn your head to face the opposite direction. "B-But if you really don't want it, of course you can do what you want. It's your hair."

"I'll keep it."

You're surprised by the swiftness of his answer. "Really?"

"If you think it's good, then it's not bad." There's a sound of ruffling pages as Hyeongjun thumbs at the corner of his notebook. "You'll be the one seeing it the most other than my parents, anyway. I won't stand out to you."

Your response flies out before you can stop it. "You've always stood out to me, Hyeongjun-ah."

The silence that follows seems to stretch out into eternity, despite being only one or two seconds at most. You can feel his eyes widen, then blink, his fingers going still.

You sandwich your head between the ends of your pillow.

In the sudden darkness, a hand lightly taps your shoulder.

"You stand out to me, too."

Han Hyeongjun confuses you sometimes. He worries about dyed hair but doesn't think twice about dressing how he wants, speaks softly but turns his guitar volume to the max, likes his space but touches you in a way that reaches down into the pit of your soul. He is complex because people are complex, and he's a good person in both realities, despite what he fears.

You love him for that. You'll tell him so, one day.

[bruh-2004]

Hello @leeknowsbbg ! Thank you very much for your kindness, I'm very happy to know that you like my writing! (I'm tagging you and posting as an image because there was a problem with my application).

I loved the idea! I'm obsessed with these themes with Xdinary Heroes (It's small and very simple, but I hope you like it <3).

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GUN-IL ➵ THIGHS: he would love to leave little kisses on s/o, whether innocent kisses or kisses asking for something more.

JUNGSU ➵ NECK: I've been thinking about this ever since that episode of Rock the World where they act like kids at daycare, Jungsu would love to kiss s/o neck at any time, he would do it to see the person get goosebumps for sure.

O.DE ➵ BACK OF THE NECK: kisses on the back of the neck would be everyday for him, he would only receive kisses on the back of the neck even when he wakes up.

GAON ➵ MOUTH: kisses on the mouth for Jiseok would be like, >>> EXTREMELY NECESSARY <<<, s/o lips would be attractive to him and then he wouldn't be able to go more than 10 seconds without kissing the person.

JOOYEON ➵ HANDS: in my head, Jooyeon would be the type of boyfriend who would love to hold hands with the person and give several kisses to their hands when they were intertwined.

JUNHAN ➵ CHEEKS: we know that Junhan has a super cute shy way, so in my opinion he would like to give kisses on s/o cheeks, a more innocent and simple way of showing affection, but which would be of extreme meaning for him.

[artiebartie]

My boys 😭 I need September to hurry up so the episodes are released

Xdinary Heroes at ISAC in a nutshell

Please they were so bored

[paperseok]

scrolling the junhan tag and didn’t see these pics which is honestly a crime so here they are

[m3loria]

˖﹙ 📀 ﹚ FURIKO NO YAGI.

WHERE infighting makes three come to terms with their circumstances (or just coping for homesickness).

˖ FEATURING. maknaez (jh, kr, ky), meliora ensemble. ˖ TIMESTAMP. FEB' 21, pre–moira era. ˖ WARNINGS. swearing, mentions of injuries. ˖ WORD COUNT. 2.5k ˖ NOTES. heyyy, what's up.. i'm back.. with writing of course, what an isa thing to do, pretty short but it was either this or junhan fwb infodump which seems a little too heavy for a first work so have maknae line silliness with references to future events 😇!! also pre-relationship cuteness, take a shot every time taro calls jian's smile pretty (you may experience alcohol poisoning if you attempt such a thing), its almost bedtime, ily jj 💗

“it’s cold”.

“it’s cause you’re a summer baby, you’re weak”.

the effervescent exchange of insults would be alarming if not completely mundane, kiyo is beginning to think it’s their love language (though ‘love’ is a word of repulsion in kristian’s eyes, if it has anything to do with jaehwan, he would best say their relationship is barely tip toeing the lines of genuine hatred). he didn’t mean to tag along, but he was also completely anxious about being left alone with the other hyung’s, he knows they mostly mean well, they simply intimidate him no matter how they stare.

such worries should be considered idiotic by the time you’ve already lived with twelve other people for about eleven months, he still has that sinking inkling that they might cuss him out, suddenly turn against him and begin a synchronized fit of bullying.

still, he prefers freezing outside in comparison to what is going on back at the dorms, the company of his two bickering members acting as solace for a while.

“he’s a weakling, isn’t he yoki?”

it’s stunning how the others seemed to adapt to the nickname. he guesses the fact is regular, but the slight unease remains, even with the warmth of kristian’s arm coming around to land on his shoulder. “it is pretty cold”.

his scoff contains a similar feat of disdain, yet simply a bit toned down. jaehwan’s expression twists into a grimace, and he sticks out his tongue at the elder 04 liner. “weaklings, both of you”.

kiyo may just chalk it up to his imagination, but he notices the softening of his gaze in just the slightest, nothing of how he stares at jaehwan.

he might just be crazy though.

“says the person who grew up in california”.

“at least i actually prepare for cold temperatures, how do you complain about it being cold in february?”

“don’t yell at me, you’re such an asshole”.

really, kiyo is astonished at the figment of a relationship even being there, he probably couldn’t get through being insulted by a member without even tearing up, something of diffidence overtaking him as he thinks about his own sensitivity. he shoves his hands into his pockets, teeth scraping his inner cheeks. “why are we out here again?”

despite the whispers of the older members alluding to a nasty argument, he actually isn’t sure what happened, he just knows the others are put off. really, he followed along because he was afraid of being left alone. “we’re escaping yohan hyung’s wrath”.

“junminie is much scarier, he’ll definitely kill me”.

“he’s not the only one” is kristian’s go to reply, he sucks his teeth as he seems to recall a memory. “they’re so stupid, now the air in the dorm is all weird because they can’t admit they like each other”.

well that’s news to kiyo, whose eyes widen as his reply. the two older members exchange a glance, before jaehwan bursts into a silent fit of laughter. “are you telling me you didn’t know?”

a rosy red colors his cheeks. “well i didn’t think it was like.. that! i don’t know, i guess i wasn’t paying much attention”.

kristian coos, a hand placed atop his head and fingers beginning to move in comforting ministrations. “so oblivious.. it’s okay, i don’t blame you for keeping your distance”.

the older smiles, a smile that kiyo himself barely sees, yet he thinks is pretty, he doesn’t understand why kristian doesn’t like his smile, it’s a decorative display of his elation. “maybe it’s good not to be there right now..”

“right? let them fuck their feelings ou—”

“shut up” kristian lets out the closest thing to a shriek kiyo has ever heard, the result of jaehwan’s heavy slap, a shriek which clearly was dramatized, if not to make the older’s life even worse, but just to extend the feat of irritation. “or i’m letting you take all the heat”.

“i’m a pure being, they would never believe you”.

the eldest of the trio scowls, expression twisting into a grimace as he begins stomping his way through the narrow streets. the other chuckles as he taps the maknae’s shoulder, smoothly looping their arms into one another as he decides terrorizing him isn’t yet over. “jaehwanie! don’t walk away from me!”

“i’m going to kill you”.

he simply grins at the threat, nothing but pure amusement behind his eyes. “no you won’t, taro is here to protect me”.

“that’s called favoritism—”

“or maybe he just likes me, you like me don’t you?”

suddenly put on the spot, kiyo again finds heat coiling against his skin, he hopes it’s chalked up to the cold, though judging by the expression crossing jaehwan’s features, they clearly know it is not from the cold. he stammers for a moment, put off by the narrowing of kristian’s eyes. “i.. um—” he again blinks, clearing his throat. “yeah, yeah i do”.

the older chuckles, not making fun of him, simply enamored by the response. “oh you’re so cute” he nudges him with his shoulder, slipping his arms from kiyo’s.

“see? our maknae likes me more than you”.

what a display of showing off, kiyo keeps silent, the rushing breeze earning a tiny wince. “oh fuck you”.

“don’t swear so loudly at such a time, have some decorum”.

jaehwan again scrunches his nose, yet his insults don’t dig that deep, kiyo can’t help but envy their.. ‘relationship’. as the three again begin their journey down narrow street, he opts to listen in on their endless bickering, the gravitas dissipates as minutes stretch, and their exchange of remarks result in more of giggles than anything.

it’s the slightest bit admirable, how they can go back and forth without genuine feelings being hurt.

“are you gonna milk me for all i have now?”

“your rich, it’s only fair” the eldest places a lone arm on the shoulder of the tallest, who scrunches his nose at his choice of words. “unless you don’t want to spend money on me”.

there really doesn’t seem to be anything left to contemplate, kristian’s smile is nothing real, it’s stretched so far kiyo is afraid he may begin bleeding. “i wouldn’t complain if that wasn’t the case”.

“you’re a terrible friend”.

“is that what we are?” he could be an actor, seriously, there isn’t a falter in the way his expressions form, it’s terrifyingly impressive. “would’ve never guessed..”

the maknae stares again, feeling himself grow awkward as the older seemingly gets increasingly exasperated. “your paying”.

“sure” his smile remains plastic.

he does end up paying for cute cafe treats, though he attested it was all against his will, the genuine smile he attempted to shadow over with leftover irritation indicates the fact.

“outrageous, coffee at this time of night?”

“could you not criticize every single little choice i make?”

kiyo felt like a burden getting something, he wasn’t aware they were going out, he can’t fathom the confidence jaehwan exudes, it’s the slightest bit terrifying.

“no, every single little choice you make contains some form of stupidity”.

“you’re an ass”.

“thank you”.

he again keeps silent as they bicker, jaehwan’s face twisting into a grimace with the garden rose macaron being his safety net.

kiyo just wants to go home— not back to the suffocating dorms, no home, his stomach curls uncomfortably, even if it means having to face the awkward air between his parents, it would be better than this, he thinks. he really can’t compare, it feels as if every other member has someone to lean on, who does he have? even these two, they’re much closer than he could ever think he’d become to the other members.

“are you alright?”

no, kiyo is sure he might throw up on the sidewalk. “yeah, i’m fine”.

“do you not want anything?”

his tongue feels heavy in his mouth, words now a figment, his eyes hurt, he’s unsure of why. “no” he shakes his head much too unnaturally. “it’s fine, i just.. um, i wanna go home”.

‘home’ is just a bit of a stretch.

the two older members exchange a glance, a feat of concern gleaming across both of their pupils, he so dearly wishes for them not to argue with him.

“okay, are you sure you’re alright?”

curse them for being so caring.

“yeah i’m fine i’ll just.. i’ll see you there”.

and really, it’s a miracle he doesn’t just end up vomiting his guts.

staring at your ceiling in the middle of the night brings out the strangest of thoughts.

the fact that he still owns a teddy bear may be childish, but it’s an item of solace. he sometimes yearns for a manual when it comes to shit like this, being randomly selected to become an entertainer in a foreign country is ridiculous, he’d assume the teenager idol life would be more akin to a dream.

he guesses naivety gets people a long way.

he isn’t exactly sure who he can go to, about the nightmares, the shadows of the night which threaten to jump out at him, his concern for yohan’s own wellbeing, how he feels too weak for the pressure threatening to crush him under its weight. they’re all older, they all seem so much more experienced, as if they had been granted the gracious opportunity to read over an instruction manual. for all of his short cutted, awkward, seemingly forced movements, everybody else did things in full effect, nothing of a falter in their actions.

he feels out of place,

and he only has this old teddy bear as his wall, a cowardly display of his feigned bravery. he yearns for something much more familiar, warm, the idol industry offers him naught, it may be selfish, but he wishes it came with the praise he previously assumed it would.

god, is he a baby or something?

he would not want to disturb others, yet he longs for some sort of substance, maybe not affection, maybe just..

truthfully, he has no idea, he complains but can’t even think up a solution to his issues, he simply stands around in silence and hopes for it all to be okay, hopes that a freak accident does not occur (like the members breaking bones a month shy of a performance, or having to be in the middle of an active argument), hopes that he’ll blink and suddenly everything will all be fine.

there are only two other people on the third floor which are awake, haneul sleeps so softly, and kyuhyun has been gone for a good few hours, always the early sleeper.

and it’s the two people he sort of ran away from.

he keeps kei clutched to his side in the manner of a child, his weapon against the monsters under his bed, the worries which plague his mind in the dead of night, his bare feet meet the cold floor as he swings out of his own bed, much too lazy to grab at a sweater, though it is also much too cold in this large space.

really, it’s sort of scary, reaching out, having to relay your worst fears to someone else, he can’t, he isn’t sure he ever could.

he almost flinches backward when kristian’s door opens, as if the light permeating from the cracks of it weren’t enough of an indication. “hi, something wrong?”

kiyo wants to die looking at him.

and that’s funny, this is probably the most normal the other has looked. there’s an uncharacteristic way of docility behind his eyes, nothing of the toughness he can’t help but fear. he doesn’t say anything, not anything the maknae would expect, there isn’t a comment about his trembling, about the stubborn way in which he holds the teddy bear, about the fact of the teddy bear either, he simply awaits a response.

“i— um.. can i stay in your room tonight?”

isn’t that just so weird to ask? what kind of sane perso—

“sure” he offers a smile, “better than just having jaehwanie here”.

“i heard that”.

he doesn’t mind, holding open the door (what a gentleman) for him.

he sinks onto the floor, knees up to his chest, teddy bear also up to his chest, he simply wants to be around people, socialization shouldn’t be entailed with that. he stares down at the blank wooden floorboards, attempting to entertain himself in his own mind.

he can’t though, because all he’s met with is anxiety.

the movie playing on a laptop blurs into mindless background noise, their resounding bickering nothing but its own fit of normalcy. he isn’t sure of the time, he’s simply too out of it.

“are you okay?”

the inquiry is repeated by the same person, same way, same gleam of concern. he again retreats into himself, but the unbreakable wall he put up can’t shadow the dejection, he’s unfortunately obvious.

“just homesick”.

not exactly a lie, simply a half truth.

their shoulders brush for a moment, but nothing more is said.

there’s laughter which comes from the nearby laptop, his face grimaces, the comedy is nothing short of forced, or maybe he’s being pessimistic, much too busy trying to keep it all together.

he caresses the fur of his childhood best friend, yearning for some length of protection in this world which replicates that of a monstrous creature.

“have you had that for a while?”

“forever really..” kiyo is afraid his mumbles may be unintelligible, yet he’s too afraid of speaking up. “names kei, means blessing”.

when he snorts, kiyo fears the imminent mockery which may follow up, but he instead earns a (shockingly) small smile. “that’s cute”.

his smile is pretty, much prettier than he’s ever told. if it was up to kiyo, he would shower him with compliments, maybe he thinks its ugly, well he’s wrong, how does insecurity exist when he’s so—

well, he shouldn’t allow his mind to wander off.

“kinda childish..”

the older raises an eyebrow, a spontaneous gleam of enchantment in his pupils. “no, it’s cute, teddy bears are cute, i never had one though”.

kiyo can’t help but think the lighting of the room is perfect.

“that’s depressing”.

“right? no mode of safety, what’s gonna protect me from monsters under the bed?”

for once, it gets a small laugh, though breathy. “you could always just buy one”.

“it would have little worth”:

kiyo’s eyes glance at the posters stuck to the wall. “maybe you should cuddle your pillow then”.

now it’s his turn to earn a snicker, the laughter is silent, yet it’s real, a sudden fit of elation that would usually disturb taro on a regular day. “got any better tips to battle homesickness?”

a head shake. “nothing..”

another chuckle. suddenly they’re closer, but they both remain silent on that specific topic. “i think.. i don’t know, guess it seems scary at first, but it’ll settle, there’s no reason to be scared”.

“yeah right!”

“hey! you shut up i’m trying to comfort our maknae and you can’t even be quiet for one minute—”

and then they start fighting, he guesses that the normalcy seeps into the blood after a while, if he’s being honest, it’s kind of funny, it’s own fit of comfort.

he can’t resist his laugh, it’s about three in the morning, yet they’ve still managed a bit of amusement.

[joocomics]

still yes

yes