#junseo texts

[chaeinedup]

Cool with you

Pairing: Kim Junseo x reader; Summary: Cupid was sick of doing it's job, how come everyone gets to be happy. Everyone but him. It would take an angel to make him believe, he too, was destined to find his perfect soul. A/N: This is clearly very inspired by newjeans latest mv, with the concept of cupid (or eros) falling in love with psyche. Obviously this is gonna be a little different but that's the base. I hope you enjoy it!!

Every day it was the same old routine. Following your next "victim" making them have great luck in finding a partner. Obviously cupid can only do so much, he brings people together but if you need couples therapy, it's not his problem.

It's rare when his arrows become nothing more than a future story for someone to tell their kids, but it could very much happen. If you don't cherish the love you get don't expect it to last forever.

And that's part of the reason why Junseo no longer finds joy in his daily quests. He won't lie the first few times it was as magical to him as it was to the parties involved. But after seeing it go perfectly fine just for someone to ruin it, it was frustrating to say the least.

He'd give anything to be in their spots, he wishes he could experience the so called "love at first sight", he wishes he'd go to sleep thinking about the one he loves and nothing else. All of this caused a sort of indifference towards all humans, how could a species be so self entitled, bragging about how much they evolved when they can't even listen to someone else's heart. Selfish pieces of flesh.

There he was, witnessing yet another breakup before his eyes. It was so common he thought he was getting used to it. But he can never get used to the feeling of disappointment and the hole it leaves on his chest.

It was clearly time to go pick another human in hopes they would be a little kinder than most. That's when he saw you sitting at a coffee shop, enjoying your sweet morning tea. A slight change for once, usually the prefered beverage is bitter black coffee, very reflective of some personalities. You were accompanied with a friend chatting about silly little things, another dissimilarity. Normally most people gossip or complain about every little thing. You intrigued him so he was for sure going to be your shadow for a while.

Once you were done with your errands for the day you decided to go home, taking a very curious boy with you. He knew this went beyond his obligations but you were mesmerizing, absolutely breathtaking. He had only heard of people like you in books and movies that previous patients spoke about. He never thought those were inspired by real people, but there you were proving him wrong.

Your nights consist of the same pattern of events, prepare dinner, shower, skin care and a nice movie to fall asleep to. Simple is the best. And Junseo couldn't agree more, he sat near the sink admiring every inch of your beauty, the way you were singing your lungs out while toning your face. He couldn't help but smile.

He was having more fun with you than he ever did by playing matchmaker.

Thankfully you couldn't see him or hear him but these are the times he wished he wasn't invisible. He wants to join you on this little karaoke session while the pasta cooks, hold your hand to spin you around, kiss you all over till your giggles bring him to a stop.

The timer went off signaling it was time to dig in. You carefully transferred the tiny pot onto the unused stove top, preventing it from cooking it longer than planned. As you were platting your food, he looks amused, pleased. It's capellini, also known as angel hair pasta. He couldn't lie, this was starting to sound a lot like destiny. Which is another nickname most mortals have for him.

You made him believe in things that weren't real, that's how special you had become.

Cuddling with your pillows you made yourself comfortable, anxiously waiting to watch "letters to juliet". Meanwhile loverboy, quite literally, sat at the end of your bed watching your every move. Somehow you look better than when he first saw you but that was never a factor he cared about. Your energy was enough to convince him you were worth his time. One smile on your face to put another on his.

Mid movie your eyes had quit on you, succumbing to the tiredness. Slowly, as if you could wake up due to his action, he made his way to the side of the bed, wanting to be as close to you as possible.

Your breaths were soft and gentle, just like your heart, just like every part of your being.

He wanted you to know, even if you actually had no way of communicating with him, that from now on, you're stuck with him.

"I want to devote myself to you, in hopes one day our souls may actually find a way to exist as one. So here lies my promise next you, taking my place so no one else will."

[sewooonz]

HJ: i wanted to secretly film on junseo hyung's phone though…😮‍💨 #D1 #JUNSEO #HARRY_JUNE #DKB #harryjuneseyes🌞👀

[sanstropfremir]

i respect jtbc making team c do possibly some of the horniest choreography i've ever seen idols do so they could beat out team b in the dance round bc they would not have won otherwise

[hwaslayer]

love you in slow motion (psh) | one.

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—summary: seonghwa will go through hell and back for you, as long as he can continue to see that smile on your face. because to him, that smile feels like a rainbow after the rain, the warmth of the sun on a winter day. because to him, you’re more than just his bestfriend—you’re love. even though everyone seems to see that except you.

—pairing: park seonghwa x f!reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) bestfriends to lovers | fluff, angst, eventual smut

—word count: 5.7k

—chapter warning: cussing/mature language, hints of a toxic relationship & ex-bf, mentions of a broken family and death, just a good ol' intro to hwa and oc + their dynamic + their family dynamics, buried feelings and overthinking!!

"Seonghwa?" Your cousin, Soyeon, calls for him on the other line. Soyeon rarely ever calls Seonghwa, but when she does, it's usually for good reason.

"Soyeon, what's up?" Seonghwa says, hand on his hip as he tries to regulate his breathing after a late night boxing session with Wooyoung and Hongjoong.

"Y/N said she would be home earlier, but she hasn't been. Yaya's worried, I'm worried. It's pouring outside." She says frantically. He sighs, stomach slightly dropping at the statement.

"Okay, where did she go last? I haven't heard from her since earlier this morning." Soyeon lets out a hefty sigh.

"Of course she wouldn't tell you. She was with Mingi." She says sarcastically, knowing Seonghwa would be upset with you for giving in, yet once again. Seonghwa had no issues giving you the 'I told you so' every single time you've been with your shitty ex-boyfriend. He always makes you cry, and it never fails. He doesn't understand why the fuck you keep running back to him. So to Seonghwa, it's not surprising that you kept this from him. Doesn't stop him from pinching the bridge of his nose before nodding, though.

"Alright, I'll find her. Don't worry."

"Thank you. Seriously. When you see her, you better tell her to stop seeing that fucking asshole. All he does is treat her like shit."

"Yeah, I know. Are you and Junseo home now?"

"Yeah, we are. We were gonna go to Yaya's but she told me to call you first before anything."

"Good, stay put. I'll take care of it and text you. She won't be far."

"God, such a headache. Thank you, Seonghwa."

"Course." He sighs as he ends the call, tossing his phone onto his duffle bag before un-doing the wrap around his hands. 

"Done already?" Wooyoung asks, making Hongjoong shift his attention to the platinum blonde while they stand near the bag.

"I gotta go find Y/N."

"What? What happened?"

"Who knows, she was with Mingi."

"Dude is always bad news." Hongjoong chimes in, watching as Seonghwa throws his hoodie on and slings the duffle bag strap over his shoulder.

"Tell me about it." Seonghwa rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"Text us when you're all good. Hope she's okay."

"She's fine. Just needa get her out of this rain." He says, giving them one last wave as he walks out of the studio and down the steps. Soyeon is right; the rain has picked up over the last few hours, creating huge puddles near the sidewalks and curbs due to the intensity. The stream of water makes a loud noise as it falls into the drain nearby, the loud pour of the rainfall echoing throughout the empty street. Seonghwa drags the hood over his head, doing a slight jog to his parked car on the side of the studio. Luckily for him, he knows where Song Mingi lives. Luckily for him, this town isn't that big and you couldn't have gotten far.

Luckily for him, he's right.

He finds you walking about two blocks away from Mingi's place, just getting ready to turn the corner to lord knows where. He slowly drives alongside of you, rolling down his passenger window to peak over at you. He's glad he found you when he did because you have a flimsy hoodie and leggings on, the hood completely drenched and barely doing anything to protect you from this rain.

"What are you doing, Seonghwa?" You ask, eyes glued forward as you continue to walk.

"What does it look like? Get in, you're gonna get sick." You squint your eyes at him as you continue to walk. "Y/N."

"How did you even know where to find me?"

"It's not hard to figure out when you're with Mingi." He quickly glances at the street ahead, making sure there are no oncoming cars or passengers in the way. "Plus, Soyeon called. Her and Yaya are worried because you told them you'd be home earlier."

"Of course." You mumble.

"Y/N, get inside and stop being stubborn."

"Seonghwa—" He starts to obnoxiously honk his horn on the quiet street, making your eyes widen at him. You continuously tell him to stop and to quit being so loud, however, his efforts don't stop. "Park Seonghwa, what the fuck! Fine!" You groan loudly, quickly opening the door when he stops the car. You plop yourself onto the seat, glaring at him. "Happy?!"

"Not really, but at least you're in the car." He locks the doors and turns up the heat, driving off to his 1 bedroom apartment. "You can stay at mine for tonight so you don't stress out Yaya." He keeps his eyes on the road, thoughts shifting to your grandma and how worried she might be right now.

"She won't even be that—"

"She sure as hell will, Y/N. Besides, who the hell wants to argue with you this late at night? It's almost 1am. Knowing your ass and how you never listen, even though you should." He sighs. "I'll take you home tomorrow morning before I head to work."

"Whatever." You cross your arms, still feeling cold and uncomfortable after being in the rain.

"Why were you walking in the rain?" He asks, most definitely knowing the answer already. Your nights with Mingi always end on some toxic shit, all this yelling and back and forth— arguing over empty promises and issues from the past.

And for what? The dude is never gonna change. Seonghwa isn't sure what the hell you're holding out hope for. 

"I'll tell you if you spare me the 'I told you so.'" He shakes his head.

"Can't promise."

"Then you don't get shit from me." 

"Why do you let him do this to you?"

"Wow, that's actually worse than an 'I told you so.'"

"I'm being serious." He glances at you with a very mixed expression, mainly serious and worrisome tones.

"I don't know, okay. I wish I could tell you." It's silent for a minute, the only sounds filling the car are the rain pounding against the windshield and the heat on high. 

The thing about Seonghwa being your bestfriend of 16 years is the fact that you can always rely on him to be there no matter what. He's always so, so good to you; always so caring, so supportive and so protective. You've never had to ask Seonghwa for anything because he always gives, and is always ready to give. Just like tonight, when he shouldn't be here but he is. 

He had been yours, just as you had been his since the beginning.

Sometimes, it's easy to believe you don't deserve someone like Seonghwa by your side.

You met this adorably shy, sweet kid when he was introduced to your class as a new transfer in the 3rd grade, most kids in your class politely saying hello but going about their own business afterwards. You, though, had stuck around to show Seonghwa his new school and to eat with him. Since then, your relationship had flourished. His dad had become bestfriends with your own dad, the two of you always going on family trips together, hanging out at each other's homes, going to the same schools onward— Seonghwa was always there, you were always there. He had seen you through your very best, seen you through your very worst. Was there during your highs, was there during your lows. Knows exactly how to push you right to the very edge, but also knows how to make up for his dumb mistakes. Knows exactly how to handle you, attitude, temper and all, knows exactly what makes you happy, what makes you sad.

He knows you like the back of his hand.

Probably better than you know yourself.

Seonghwa became the golden child though, you know? He had loving parents who supported him through everything. He was a superb student [a teacher's pet, if you may], an athlete, a prodigy; always winning numerous awards and medals throughout his academic and athletic career. He had countless talents and a positive energy that people admired him for, though shy and timid in the beginning. He got along well with people and was the ultimate charmer. Attractive, had his way with the ladies— albeit, he can be an idiot when he thinks with his dick from time to time and not his brain. But nonetheless, Seonghwa is Seonghwa. He would never intentionally hurt a soul, would never intentionally give people what they didn't deserve. To be clear though, Seonghwa has his fair share of mistakes and fuck-ups, but in the end, he would always apologize when in the wrong and make up for his actions. While you, on the other hand, were his polar opposite and struggled to find your place in this crazy, crazy world.

You had never met your biological mother, and your dad had spent majority of your earlier years working graveyard to keep food on the table, to keep sending you to a good school. You spent most of your childhood growing up at Yaya's house, where your dad's sister and her family lived for awhile. That's how your older cousin Soyeon became the sister you've never had, somebody else you could rely on, fight with and experience the ups and downs with. Things were good, and they were good for awhile until you lost your dad to a rare and sudden illness.

Then, things went downhill for you.

You continued to stay at Yaya's, only having her, Soyeon and her family, Seonghwa and his family by your side. You began to push people away, you got into trouble and made dumb mistakes that hurt your loved ones more times than you'd like to admit. You had your moments where you acted solely on feelings instead of being rational. You had no filter, not being afraid of telling people if they were wrong even if it meant hurting their feelings to no end. You no longer got along well with most people, finding it hard to vibe well with majority of the crowd. No longer caring about what was in the know, what was trending; was incredibly selective about who you gave your time and effort to in fear of losing more loved ones dear to your heart.

Without Seonghwa at your side, you're not sure where you'd be. Because truly, if it wasn't for him, you don't think you would have continued to try. He was the only thing that remained constant in your life, one of the only people who continued to show you genuine care and love despite your flaws and all.

"Have you eaten?" He suddenly speaks and changes the topic, not wanting to upset you any more than you already are.

"I'm not hungry."

"You need to eat something." You don't respond. "Mom made some kimbap today, I can set some aside for you."

"Thanks." You say softly, watching as the car finally drives into the familiar apartment complex. Seonghwa turns the wheel with one hand, pulling into his assigned parking spot before shutting off the car. He lets out a sigh before looking over at you, noticing you're still in your sad, sulky position in the passenger seat.

"Ready? Or should we just sleep in here tonight?" You slowly turn and glare at him, mocking him before answering dramatically— knowing it's the most childish thing you can do right now, especially after Seonghwa took the time to find you and pick you up in this rain.

"Why don't you just leave me here?"

"Good with me. At least I don't have to lend you any more of my clothes and have you sleeping on my couch. Matter of fact, more kimbap for me." He says, stepping out of the car, keys rattling in his pocket as he turns to shut his car door. He continues to walk without worry because he knows the shit you pull.

You'll end up following him.

He doesn't even have to turn over his shoulder to make sure you do. He hears the car door slam after a few minutes, and he smirks a bit to himself before locking the car using the key fob in his pocket.

"You really have to slam my car door like that?" He asks, slightly looking over his shoulder before climbing up the steps.

"Sorry." You mumble, pathetically following your bestfriend with your arms crossed tightly against your chest. He unlocks his door and waits for you to make it up the steps, letting you step in and out of your shoes first before following you inside. He tosses his keys onto the entryway table before walking into the kitchen and pulling out his phone to text Soyeon that you were safe with him for the night.

"You can go shower first. Just take whatever you want from my closet." He says, eyes focused on the bag of kimbap his mom had dropped off earlier in the day. You simply nod and head straight to his closet, grabbing some pajama pants and a longsleeve. You toss your clothes into the bathroom sink, mentally making a note to ask Seonghwa if you can throw in a load of his laundry with your clothes. The last thing you wanna do is make a mess in Seonghwa's super clean apartment, let alone drag home some wet clothes from the night prior.

The shower you take is short, but relaxing. You let the hot water beat down on you, thoroughly scrubbing and scratching every inch of your body, your scalp. When you finish, you lather some lotion and pad back out to his living room. Seonghwa glances up, watching as you come towards him with his long pajama pants and a long sleeve with sleeves that falls past your hands. He thinks you're the cutest thing he has ever seen [especially in his clothes], but he subtly bites onto his bottom lip to suppress the smile forming at his lips.

"Can I do some of your laundry so I can wash my clothes? They're just sitting in your bathroom sink." He shrugs.

"Don't worry about it, I'll toss it in there before I hop into the shower." He slides a small plate on the counter of his kitchen island bar area, before handing you a hot cup of green tea. "Eat at least one." You nod, watching as he washes his hands and begins to make his way to the bathroom. You're hungrier than you thought, popping in all the pieces of kimbap Seonghwa prepared for you before downing the green tea. In the end, you feel full, satisfied.

Content.

Warm.

After a good thirty minutes, Seonghwa is out of the shower and tossing the load into the dryer. He's ruffling his semi-dry hair as he brings out a thick blanket for you, glancing at the random Cars movie playing on the tv.

"Here." He says. "You finished eating?"

"Mhm."

"Okay. I'm gonna go to bed then." He turns to head into his room.

"Hwa, can't you just sleep out here with me?" You point at the free part of his L-shaped sectional couch.

"Why, when I have a perfectly comfortable bed to sleep on in here?" He points to his room, but you pout.

"But, you also have an amazing couch that you can share with your bestfriend."

"You snore and you move around too much."

"I do not, and you'd be on that side of the couch anyway!" You furrow your brows. "You snore, too!"

"Not as loud as you, sounding like you belong in that Cars movie." He glances at the tv screen while making the dumb joke, and you groan.

"Okay, fine. Whatever." You succumb to defeat and wave the white flag. "I just don't necessarily wanna be alone."

"You're not, I'm right here."

"Pichu." Ah, there it is. That stupid nickname he's painfully grown to adore after you've told him time and time again that he looks just like the pokemon. He sighs, realizing you probably won't let this up. On top of that, he knows he can't say no to you regarding most things. So, he drags himself into his room and rips off his duvet comforter from the bed to bring with him into the living room. He sets himself up on one section of the couch, while you take up the other— heads meeting at the corner.

"The moment you rip out a big snore, I'm leaving you out here." He warns and you snort.

"You're a dick. I don't even snore like that."

"And how would you know, sleeping beauty?" He looks at you, heart content with the way you happily look at him from your side of the couch. You have no rebuttal though, so he shuts off the tv and rests his hand on the back of his head while closing his eyes. "Thought so. Get some sleep, it's getting late." He hears you rustling underneath your own blankets, head gently knocking onto the side of his that makes him suck his teeth. "Y/N." He groans with a whiney tone. "This is what I mean."

"Sorry, sorry." You pout, rubbing the side of his head. "I'm good now." You mumble underneath the blankets as you settle, satisfied with your warm and bundled position. You can hear Seonghwa's soft breathing behind you, signaling that he'll probably fall asleep soon [and quick, too]. "Hwa?" You softly call for him one last time.

"Hm?" He hums.

"Thank you." You pause. "For everything."

"You know I care about you more than anything, right?" He says, close to a whisper. "You deserve way better."

"Yeah." Is all you respond with before closing your eyes, hoping to finally be at peace for the remainder of the night. "Love you, pichu." You say sleepily.

"Love you, too." He feels the statement tug at his heart strings because Seonghwa does love you, he has loved you for years. Been in love with you for years. But you were always the most important, this dynamic and relationship was the most important, that he's learned to suppress and live with it— even though at times, he feels like he gives it away pretty easily, or lets his emotions get to the best of him. 

Everyone can tell. 

Everyone knows. 

Everyone but you. 

Surprisingly, you do fall asleep before Seonghwa. He can't help but peek from his peripherals, noticing your steady breathing under the covers. Your head is barely poking out from the covers, making Seonghwa smile to himself. He settles a little closer to you, top of your head tucked near the crook of his neck as he slightly turns towards your side and finally shuts his eyes to get some sleep.

When you wake up the following morning, it's because Seonghwa's cussing to himself as he runs to grab his ringing phone on the island counter. His eyes quickly dart to you as he snatches the phone and answers the call, noticing you're starting to wake up.

"Sorry, Y/N." He apologizes and you let out a small squeak as you stretch and shake your head.

"It's okay, Hwa. Should probably get up anyway." You rub at your eyes, watching as he paces back into his room to finish getting ready for work. He's apparently talking to Wooyoung, agreeing to pick the guy up after bringing you home since they work at the same place— two athletic trainers for the men's sports teams at one of the universities in town, Wooyoung and Seonghwa mainly taking care of the football and basketball teams, popping into other sports if the help is urgently needed. They've both worked really hard to earn their current positions, being two of the leads who focus on training, treatment and rehabilitating their athletes at homebase, and only participating in a few quick trips for away games if asked.

As you stand and start to fold the blanket, you catch sight of how tired Seonghwa looks and you feel terrible. You know Seonghwa loves to test his limits, working out late after his shifts and barely getting 8 hours of sleep right before a busy day of tending to athletes. Despite your nagging and lecturing him on getting more rest, Hwa has gotten used to doing things this way.

However, part of you still feels guilty that he doesn't look as bright and alert this morning because of you. Because you needed more saving, because you chose to be stubborn and listen to Mingi even though he hasn't given you a reason to trust him since you've broken up.

"I didn't mean to wake you so early."

"I mean, you do have to leave soon, don't you?" You check the clock, peeping the current time as 8:27am. "Isn't this really late for you, actually?" Especially during the season, Seonghwa is always at work by 6AM, leaving super late in the afternoon. Off-season is a little easier for him, being that practice schedules are spread out due to sharing space with other sports/teams.

"Not for today. The team is lifting right now, I need to work on some rehab reports first before training and practice later today." You nod. "Are you good to leave soon then?"

"Of course."

"Okay, let me just grab a few things so we can head out. I need to pick up Wooyoung's lazy ass."

"He's not in to help with lifting?"

"Not anymore. Dude overslept." You snort.

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Director Shin loves him. She would never get him in trouble or scold him."

"She loves you, too." You say.

"Not as much as Wooyoung. She'll bite my head off first before she ever thinks about coming for him." He throws in some food into his duffle bag solely for work. The duffle bag is huge, having the university's name plastered on the side in big, bold letters— followed by his name etched onto the corner with his athletic training certification. "By the way." He points at your neatly folded, washed clothes on the coffee table. "Don't forget your clothes."

"Thanks."

"Are you just gonna go home like that?" He eyes his clothes on your figure.

"Yeah, why not?" He shrugs.

"Alright then. Let's go." He pats himself down to double check that he has everything on him before heading out of the door. You lazily follow behind after slipping into your sneakers, having to roll up Seonghwa's pajama pants so that they don't reach the floor and get dirty. You plop into the passenger's seat with your clothes on your lap, rubbing at your eyes once situated. "You didn't have to get up so early. I technically don't need to be there until 10."

"It's fine, Hwa."

"Did you tell Yaya we were on the way?"

"No, I'll just surprise her when I get there." You smile and he shakes his head.

"You need to stop worrying your grandma and your cousin."

"I'm not even doing anything!"

"You're not? Then, what was last night?" He glances at you then lets out a small scoff. "Exactly. And please stop running back to Mingi. That dude isn't gonna change, and you know that. All he does is make you upset and I can't stand it. You two aren't good for each other."

"I hear you." You say lowly, head leaning against the passenger window.

"I'm sorry." He lets out a breath, genuinely just worried about you and your wellbeing. "I don't mean to do this so early, but I just get worried about you." He ruffles your hair a bit, causing a small smile to creep up on the corners of your lips.

"It's okay. I need to hear it." He chuckles.

"Yeah, you do. You're such a fucking headache." He jokes. "But you're important to me, and all I want is for you to be happy." He pinches your cheeks, making you scrunch your nose.

"Thanks Hwa." He looks at you while posted at a stop light, admiring the way you scrunch your nose and let out a little giggle. That's how he likes to see you. Not upset, sad, or crying. Especially over Song Mingi.

The drive to your house isn't too far, or at least, it never feels too far since you and Seonghwa always engage in conversations about various things while in the car. He pulls into Yaya's driveway, parking right next to Soyeon's car. You occupy the tiny detached in-law suite in the corner of the backyard, so Seonghwa isn't surprised when you try to scurry to the backyard to avoid Yaya and Soyeon.

"She's here!" He yells and points at you.

"You're a pain in the fucking ass, Park." You glare at him while you simultaneously hear Yaya telling you to come into the house and to not even think about running into the backyard.

"Oh, Yaya! Miss damsel in distress just walked in."

"Y/N. You should've called or texted. We were worried when we didn't hear from you." Yaya looks at you disappointingly while whipping up some breakfast.

"Sorry." You mumble as Seonghwa brushes past you to kiss ass to Yaya.

"Always needing her bestfriend to come and save the day." Soyeon says sarcastically before crossing his arms. "Seriously, what the hell would you do without Hwa? And why the hell didn't you make it home in time or text to let us know you'd be late?"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Hi to you too." You squint at her. "He was supposed to bring me home but we got into another stupid fight, that's all." You roll your eyes before glancing at the empty luggages she has next to her.

"So, he just let you walk in the rain? What a fucking dick."

"Language." Yaya warns, glaring at the two of you from the kitchen next to Seonghwa, who is quickly peeling a banana he took from the fruit basket.

"Where are you going?" You nod at the luggages.

"Me and Junseo are heading to Japan in a few days." She smiles. "We're way overdue for our anniversary vacation. Meaning, you're gonna have to man the restaurant." You groan. "And watch Charli? Pretty please." She pleads in a sweet tone, knowing you'll always do anything for their 3 year old daughter.

"Seriously?!"

"Charli loves staying with you and Yaya! And all you have to do for the restaurant is make sure everything runs smoothly and be the cute waitress that you already are! It's nothing you haven't done! Plus, Yoongi and Jini will be there, and Charli will be in preschool for the most part." At this point, you whine [moreso about maintaining the restaurant] while Soyeon continues to check the list on her phone.

"Speaking of the restaurant, are you free tonight?" Seonghwa chimes in, looking at his phone.

"I don't know, depends on my boss here." You glare at Soyeon before looking back at Seonghwa. "Why?"

"San is back home so we're going out to the bar."

"Excuse me?!" You yell. "What the fuck!"

"Hey!" Yaya glares at you again. "Say that word one more time in my house."

"Okay, I'm sorry!" You point at Seonghwa. "But, you! Why didn't you tell me about Sannie coming back?!"

"How could I? You were too busy sulking over Mingi." He says, furrowing his brows with a cheek full of banana. Soyeon snorts and shakes her head, making you glare at the both of them.

"Ha-ha very funny. You didn't think you could tell me any other day?"

"Well, he wasn't even supposed to be coming back until next week. But he just texted us saying he decided to come back early and that he's already settled at the condo his uncle owns."

"Why aren't I getting these texts?" Seonghwa smirks and flicks your chin with his finger.

"Because boys need to talk about boy things."

"Oh whatever, it's not like any of you are getting any—"

"Seonghwa, please. Tell that girl to stop talking like that." Yaya pleads for him to tell you to keep it quiet. He chuckles a bit before looking at you pointedly, tapping the tip of your nose.

"Stop that." He smiles down at you. "And who said we weren't?"

"Please, all you guys do is yell while playing FIFA and Mario Party." You sigh. "Anyway, I'm going back to sleep for a bit. I'll come in for an earlier shift at the restaurant so that I can see Sannie." You direct the statement at Soyeon and all she does is nod.

"Pick you up afterwards then?"

"Ah, it's okay. Usual bar, right?" He nods. "I'll just bus over." You tap his chest. "Thanks pichu, see you later. Have fun at work!" At this point, Yaya is walking towards Soyeon and Seonghwa, hands placed on her hips as she observes you skipping to your in-law suite.

"Hwa." Yaya tugs on his arm before he can help Soyeon pack the large luggages in her trunk and head out to pick up Wooyoung.

"Hm?"

"It should just be you two." She pouts, making Seonghwa laugh. Time and time again, Yaya has always pushed the 'you and Seonghwa' agenda, stating that you two were meant to be together. And Seonghwa doesn't mind, he always laughs about it. He kinda likes that Yaya [everyone, really] thinks so, and if things were easy, he'd make it happen without question. But things aren't— because there's always that voice in the back of his head that tells him he needs to leave things as they are or else everything will be ruined.

He doesn't want that.

He would rather bury his feelings than lose you.

There's no way you'd go that route with him. You've made it clear to everyone that Seonghwa was your bestfriend and your bestfriend only. That people need to quit shoving the idea down your throat because you could never; he'd be lying if he said it didn't hurt to hear it.

"Yaya, you already know the answer to that." He says anyway and she pouts even more, leaning her head against his firm bicep.

"But you're the only one who knows how to handle her. She's such a handful but you've always stayed by her side."

"Mm, I don't think I necessarily had a choice." Yaya chuckles and gently swats his arm playfully.

"You two should just kiss and get married."

"Kiss and get married? Wow. What a plan." Soyeon says sarcastically, making Seonghwa laugh.

"No can do with that one." He places a small kiss on the top of her head before helping Soyeon with the last large luggage. "I gotta pick up Wooyoung and head to work. Text or call me if you need me." Seonghwa says.

"Make sure my baby cousin doesn't do anything reckless tonight when she's out with you guys? Like, I don't know, run to Mingi while drunk?" Seonghwa shakes his head at Soyeon's response.

"Won't let her out of my sight." He waves one last goodbye before settling into his car and driving off.

It's 20 minutes to Wooyoung's apartment, and another 15 to the university from there. When he arrives, Wooyoung tosses his own duffle bag in the back and plops into the passenger's seat before slouching into it.

"Did you find babygirl?" Wooyoung asks, making Seonghwa furrow his brows at him.

"Yes I did, and stop calling her that."

"Why, are you jealous? You can't gatekeep Y/N to yourself. I'm close to her, too." Wooyoung smirks.

"Shut up before I make you walk to work." Seonghwa glares at him. "It's not even that, it's just weird."

"Why is it weird?"

"Because it is."

"Because you love her?"

"Get the hell out—"

"I'm sorry! I'm kidding!" Wooyoung says in a high-pitched tone before laughing. "But, really, it's not weird."

"Yes, it is."

"She loves it and she's used to it. Therefore, I'll keep using it. Resting my case, your honor." Wooyoung snorts. "What happened last night anyway?"

"I don't know, she got into a fight with Mingi and walked out."

"He didn't come after her? It was pouring."

"Nope. She was gonna walk to.. I don't know, actually. She was just walking in the rain."

"That's not okay." Wooyoung sucks his teeth and does a slight head tilt. "They're toxic as hell to each other." Seonghwa shrugs.

"I know. I tried to tell her but at a certain point, that's all I can do. It gets really hard to control someone's behavior and police their actions."

"Can I ask you something?" Wooyoung looks at him with a small smile. "I'm genuinely curious."

"What?" 

"Why haven't you made your move on Y/N? Your feelings for her have always been obvious."

"Have they? Seems like she's the only one who hasn't seen it." Wooyoung shrugs.

"Yeah. I mean, you drop everything— and I mean everything— for her without question. And you get all affectionate with her!" His tone raises a bit. "You hate initiating affection! If that ain't love.." Wooyoung tilts his head again and squints at Seonghwa.

"She's my bestfriend. All of that happens naturally."

"It's not just that, and you know it. I know people really do put their bestfriends on a pedestal, but you put babygirl before anyone and anything. Even yourself." Seonghwa slightly winces at the Wooyoung's nickname before shaking his head.

"Not true."

"Very true. Look, dude. It's not bad, but I do hope you leave some space for yourself. I know she would never intentionally hurt you, but it still doesn't eliminate the possibility of getting hurt at some point. I don't want that to happen, especially if you've poured everything in her over these years." Seonghwa lets out a breath and pauses for a moment because for once, Wooyoung makes sense. And he's right. He has poured everything in you, continues to pour everything in you very willingly— sometimes, he doesn't even realize he's doing it. Sometimes, he doesn't even realize he's putting you before everything, that he's dropping everything for you.

Hell, it's even to the point where he can't even date properly and sleeps around from time to time to let out steam. It's because he just feels this attachment to you; an attachment past being your bestfriend— like some thread of hope he holds onto, thinking that some day, you'll see him in that light.

Someone who could genuinely, deeply and strongly love you, care for you, support you, with no boundaries.

"I know."

"Why don't you just tell her? You know, be honest." Wooyoung shrugs. 

"I don't wanna lose her, and I'm afraid I will if I do. I'm afraid I'll fuck everything up between us and change the dynamic just because I wanted to be selfish."

"I don't think you'd lose her. I'm sure she wouldn't let that change anything between the two of you, either. And why don't you think she'd go for it?"

"I just don't think she would."

"Maybe she's thinking the same way as you." Wooyoung sees the university in sight and starts to loosen himself up, getting ready to head out of the door as soon as Seonghwa pulls into a spot. "I think you should go for it, Hwa. You can't live like this forever. You love her, she should know. And if things don't work out, I doubt she'll let that change things between you two. You two understand each other well, and you both make sense together."

"Mm, yeah. Thanks." Seonghwa gives him a pursed smile before Wooyoung slips off his seatbelt and smiles.

"Guess that means I can tag along again tomorrow?" Seonghwa rolls his eyes and steps out of the car before slamming his door.

"I'll think about it, lazy ass."

♡ taglist: @hwasbabygirl @fairyofhueningkai @chngbnwf @tinyteezer @everyonewooeverywhere @pearbunny @mxnsxngie @starhwahwa @woosmaid @cheolliehugs @asjkdk @bintificreads @interweab

[pentagonieslut]

348

dance line from DKB x reader made at 348 AM

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it's a group sex drabble. from that post i made. enjoy!!

you were in the practice room, wearing a bikini that covered your nipples just slightly and thong bottom being eaten by your ass as you took a mirror selfie, showing off your curves as you had puckered lips donning your face.

after taking all the mirror photos you wanted and going to the pool for a quick swim, just missing the boys by a few seconds as they entered the practice room, getting ready to practice the choreography for ghost ridah.

coming back from your swim and changed into a mini skirt that did everything but cover the bottom quarter of your ass and a cropped bratz style tee, you went to the cafeteria to eat as changmin looked at his phone with a furrowed brow and a clear boner exposing him.

"hyung, you need to take care of that." yuku said as he gave him his sweatshirt to quickly run to the bathroom as he looked up. "this can't be cured that easily." he replied with a deep breath as heechan spoke. "oh? she looks good in that bikini." he said as yuku and harry leaned over to look at his phone and nodded in agreement.

"go take care of it now so we can practice changmin." dongil said as the door shut closed quickly.

it was like this for the next week. each photo you posted was revealing and had something the boys loved. you didn't realize it until today when you were in your iconic mini skirt and bralette outfit for the umpteenth time.

even poor harry had fucked his fleshlight senseless in the bathroom during one of the practices as he stared at the video you had posted on your story.

you were sitting on the couch in the practice room as the boys practiced and stole glances at you as you smiled at your phone and texted guys, obviously. "don't you work today?" heechan had asked as you looked up from your phone. "no, i'm off today. the private party birthday boy got sick so they had to cancel." you replied as you went back to your phone nonchalantly.

time passed as you had finally put your phone down and watched them practice, correcting their moves and technicals. "badaz. you two aren't making it sharp. also, go eat, it's two." you said as they stopped and nodded, heechan sitting on the couch and rewatching the video.

as everyone except heechan who wanted to work on his movement a bit, left to go eat, the two of you made eye contact through the mirror as you had a heated silent conversation.

as if you both knew what the other's conversation would be, you moved the couch in front of the mirror as he slammed his lips against yours and laid you down on the couch gently, bodies grinding against each other.

heechan had yanked your legs open as he went down on you, licking up all the wetness you had coming out of you as he smiled smugly. "orange is my favourite colour but no orange today?" he teased as you looked at him with a grin. "just hurry up and eat me out before you get pushed out the way." you chuckled as he went back to eating and slipped a few fingers in, a moan escaping your lips as you had gripped his hair roughly and smiled.

heechan was dicking you down with his tongue as the door opened to reveal the other four frozen in shock at the scene in front of the mirror.

heechan popped up, licking his lips with a grin. "ah. you guys are back. that was fast." he said as they placed down the to-go bags down and closed the door quickly. "you're seriously fucking each other now?" changmin asked as you gave a grin.

"junseo had fucked me in the middle of his and seongmin's gym session." you had grinned as everyone exchanged glances with one another as an abrupt moan left your lips from the feeling of heechan shoving his cock inside of you and burying his face in your neck with a deep groan.

"well? don't you want to fuck me senseless?" you had asked as changmin had already made his way over and was underneath you, cock shoved in your ass as he moved in sync with heechan.

dongil and yuku followed suit right after as well, leaving harry to swallow hard and watch the scene in front of him. you couldn't talk as you stroked dongil's cock whilst blowing yuku who's high pitched moans were making your ears feel like they were being serenaded.

alternating between yuku and dongil's cocks in your mouth, you got off heechan and changmin as yuku yanked you by the hair towards him and shoved inside you, his thrusts being fast at the pleasure of feeling your pussy tighten around his cock.

after all, after being called for once you wouldn't be around for a few weeks.

"harry, don't you want eat my pussy again?" you had said as harry moved towards you and sat on his knees, waiting patiently. changmin had shoved into your mouth as dongil fingered you and heechan rubbed your clit, the scent of your parfume filling their noses and the lewd thoughts they couldn't get rid of were overtaking their mind.

you had removed from yuku's cock as addicting as it was, moving to take care of harry who only smiled and slammed his lips against yours, picking you up and slamming you against the mirror as the two of you made out and harry fucked you, ignoring the complaints of the others.

everyone sat on the couch and watched as harry had let you down and spun you around, shoving into your ass as he fucked you and choked you roughly, making sure you knew who was your main summoner.

"fuck you for being so fucking hot. i hate it." he whispered as your eyes rolled to the back of your head from pleasure.

harry had left you against the mirror as he grabbed another chair and sat on it, patting his thigh as you happily sat down on it and rode it, breasts being played with as you were kissed by changmin who had been the main culprit of making you love being their fuck toy.

your lips were starting to swell as harry was shoved out the way as you bounced on changmin's cock, feeling yourself be stopped and lifted up as yuku shoved into you again, you being rammed by the both of them.

yuku had not been too kind with his gentle mercy he had usually given you as he fucked you senseless, now you breasts being teased by him as you glanced at the others who only licked their lips and waited their turn.

that was until all of you had heard a beeping sound and looked over. heechan and dongil cursed loudly as you were gently placed on the couch as everyone cleaned up and you snapped your fingers, everything going back to the way it was before they had decided to all fuck you at once.

[seokka0o]

You know the drill, I see stuff on your blog i wonder what you think about said stuff and wei!

so phone sex and dumbification x wei hard hours please!

How are you doing? I am always thinking to text but i got SO busy! So sorry 😪

- 🐹

I'm always very happy to receive good feedback hahahahaha you're amazing anon, I hope you're resting well in your free time, and other than being tired, I'm fine. I'm not going to do something extremely detailed because I just wrote to someone else about it, and as I'm afraid of leaving everything the same, I'm going to do it a little differently! I hope you do not mind.

☆ Daehyeon

It's something he schedules piously, phone sex It's one of his conditions so that you don't touch yourself on your own, especially because he hates it if you do it without his strict command. And even when scheduled, you need to beg him a few times to skip his work even a little to call you. And humiliates you because you can't contain yourself for a few days without him without wanting to climb the walls with so much accumulated horny.

☆ Donghan

At this point you must have already understood that donghan and daehyeon are more of the same, just changing the cruelty refinements. Sometimes he's just being casual, and then suddenly he's saying one of the biggest atrocities, provoking you so much to the point of leaving you floored, certainly at this point he's already been touching himself for a long time, offending you kind of turns him on, Treating you like nothing more than an object to be consumed, someone with no ability to think when it comes to him.

☆ Seokhwa

I included Seokhwa precisely because he is in Wei's sadist part. Normally he doesn't care about time, wherever you are, if seokhwa is demanding phone sex, then you should give him: "now start touching that pussy, I want to hear your sounds" he is there for commands, neither even one good day and then you'll be cumming in your pants in the next instant, "dumb bitch, at least you know how to do it right" he's so delicate 🥰

This is where I get to the part where the biggest himbos on the face of the earth appear!

☆ Youngha

Of all three he can consider himself the smartest, youngha is addicted to phone sex, if he doesn't do it at least three times a week then he's not complete. Youngha always separates a moment from his day so that you can call with more peace of mind. You don't have to do much other than insult him until the next generation and then he's cumming on his abdomen.

☆ Yohan

Yohan only calls you when the situation is out of control, most of the time he hates to bother you. But sometimes it's impossible to contain it, so that's when he calls you practically crying, asking for forgiveness for his bad behavior, begging you to do something, then humiliate him at will, he's such a stupid, impulsive, low-maintenance man, but If you treat him with a certain acidity he may end up cumming too quickly for your taste.

☆ Junseo

Junseo...our eternal pervert. Junseo has a serious problem understanding certain commands, when you call him on and you're already practically cumming, he takes a while to understand what's happening, so you need to get clear on what's happening and his porn addict's head goes right away, he even There's a pillow with your name on it, which he uses on special days, and when you do that kind of thing, that's when he puts it to use, while you're calling him stupid or dumb for never understanding anything, that's where Junseo is tearing the pillow apart.

[junseo-ia]

»» 𝖊𝖚𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆

[ @akobel-ia ] The first month of the semester seemed to go by faster than Jun had expected. He had retained so much new knowledge that he knew he would have never have learned this fast if he had just stayed at home, which made him grateful for pushing himself to join the academy. However, on top of retaining knowledge, he surprised himself and somehow retained relationships. It was a pleasant surprise really. He didn't think that he would meet people and enjoy their company since he would often hide himself away in his room back home from his siblings, but this was different. The people here were intriguing and different. Like Akobel for example. Jun enjoyed the other's presence especially since he wasn't particularly loud compared to their classmates. And his presence felt somewhat calming.

Jun glanced up from his book to look at Ako before placing it down onto the coffee table that had become their study nook and let out a sigh. "This scavenger hunt that our professor has us doing in the text is unnecessary. Just give us a fucking powerpoint or some shit." Junseo rested his head against his arm on the table and stared at Ako. "Any luck on your end for number eight?"

[moonperished]

Hallelujah

A/N: Mentions of mental illness, idol life, implications of societal pressure, trauma, injuries (none self-inflicted), self-destructive behavior through addictive means (such as sex), and a suicide mention.There will be slight mentions of growing up as a child of a parent with a mental disorder that “severely affects everyday life” and what it looks like as a young adult in their twenties.

“You’re really predictable.”

The last time he’d been sitting here was after he left Two Star. A long-legged mess of limbs with just a torn-up suitcase and backpack, too afraid to go home. Despite the calls on his phone, despite the millions of texts, just trying to think of a way he could go home again and even face his uncles.

Of course, Seo Jinwoo found him then. Of course, Seo Jinwoo finds him now.

Sure, it’s been years, but there’s something still so boyish about his best friend’s features. Jinwoo has seen hell, he knows that. And hell, while being something that he feels is very different depending on the person, Jin has seen the worst in himself and drug himself up from the very depths of his despair.

There is still that boyish charm in the tall man, but there’s a weight to his friend’s shoulders.

Divorce will do that to you, he thinks.

There’s still a sparkle in his eye, one he sees less often but only sees sometimes. He sees it when Solbin says something witty, he sees it when he teases Taeho or Junseo, he sees it when Jinwoo knows he’s done something incredibly stupid with his time. Jinwoo can read him like a book.

“You’re just following me, dumbass.”

Mikey stretches his legs out in front of him, Jinwoo doing the same as he sits down next to him. They’d meet here when he was on his vacations during his enlistment, hung out here to just talk, hung out here when Mikey had even told Jinwoo for the first time that he was going to propose to Solbin. Then had been a better time, and Jinwoo had hugged him so tight.

Seven-year-old Jinwoo is different from twenty-six-year-old Jinwoo. Mikey remembers the athletic third grader awkwardly trying his best to help Mikey with learning sports or even just talking. It’s funny how that awkward lanky kid had become this man sitting next to him. He’s glad that fate didn’t take him a year ago. He doesn’t know where he’d be without him. Jinwoo, the only person who knew about everything when he left Two Star, consoled him and defended him and Solbin to this day.

He doesn’t even have to say anything. It’s silent before Jinwoo speaks. As if he knows that Mikey’s out here thinking because he ran his mouth. Again.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Hyungseo.”

He digs his heels into the ground, watching the way the dress shoes muddy at the heel and loosening his tie.

“Would you like to say anything else, wise ass? Think I get it.”

“I don’t even have to know what it’s about, but you come out here for two reasons. Shut up with the wisecracks.”

Jinwoo huffs, leaning on his knees. Mikey looks at him. He’s older. Maybe not by age, but it’s obvious with how his eyes seem distant. As if they’ve seen one too many things. It’s not like him, but he doesn’t know what happened behind closed doors in Jinwoo’s life. Watching his best friend sleep with anything with a pulse to find meaning, fall in love, deal with a divorce? Jinwoo is nothing but resilient, something that he’s almost jealous of.

Despite the fresh tattoos on his arms as scar coverups, he still feels like a child. He still feels as though he’s in over his head. Trying to stand up to some of these bigger names in the board room, to seem an equal, he’s nowhere near. He’s built Sky House from the ground up, eventually with help from people like Jinwoo and Solbin and the other members of Sky House.

If you were to ask him, however, he felt unmatched. Ignorant, even. He’s just the stupid kid that his uncle didn’t sue, he’s just lucky he’s even on the management team at all, even as a consultant. He takes a rock and tosses it, watches it sink.

“Why do you have to do that too, god...” He takes his jacket off, laying it behind him, and falling back on the grass. Grass stains be damned. He needed to think. The low rumble of a laugh reaches his ears and he looks over at Jinwoo. “What, asshole?”

The older shrugs. “You’re just funny when you get mad about things like a rock. Why do you care so much about a fuckin’ rock, Mikey? It sunk, it was probably not smooth enough to skip, you weirdo.”

Jinwoo’s stable, something else he noticed. Despite knowing that his best friend has self-esteem issues out the ass and a whole host of things, he’s still remarkably stable. He’s not sure if it’s a coping mechanism from years of dealing with the unknown when it came to his father or what. It might not be anything truly profound, he thinks. Jinwoo is so painfully himself, it’s hard to put up walls. While Mikey had struggled all his life with processing, it seemed to come so clear to his best friend, and maybe that’s why they were so close.

“Maybe the rock had feelings, you ever think of that?” He quips at Jinwoo, getting a full laugh from him. Everything is better, easier to think about, when Jinwoo or Solbin is with him.

[yunhohours]

hi could you do wei mtl to use nicknames/pet names for their so?

most

donghan seokhwa junseo yongha daehyeon yohan

least

i personally see all of the wei members as the type to use nicknames and pet names with their s/o! it just varies in degree <3

donghan thinks you're the cutest thing in the entire world so, naturally, there are many cute things for him to call you! names range from the generic babe/baby to less generic-but-still-very-cute names like peanut/bunny/dumpling. bonus points for him if it flusters you whether that's in a good way or a donghan-you're-embarrassing-me kind of way. is not shy to call you whatever he wants to call you no matter who is around.

seokhwa always calls you the most lovely things :( he doesn't ever intend to embarrass you with the names he calls you, but he doesn't really mind if it happens. he thinks it's cute when you blush. it's always darling, can you hand me my bag? you look so pretty today, angel. tell me about your day, my love. there is so much love in the way he talks to you!! :( he will use the same names for you around other people too, but he might say them where only you can hear them just to make sure you're not uncomfortable.

junseo is a pet-name-user, for sure, but he's shyer about it, at least at first and definitely around other people. he defaults to names like baby and princess because he likes how those feel on his tongue. he uses them constantly in texts, but has a harder time saying them out loud unless you're alone at home or he he's pouting about something. how can you resist him when he hits you with a princess, please? probably sticks to babe around other people because it's a more "socially acceptable" pet name.

yongha is shy about pet names too. he likes them in theory, but he always feels his cheeks turning pink when he uses them. he will get used to it with time, though, and then he'll absolutely love replacing your name with baby. he doesn't venture too far past that because he's absolutely terrified of calling you something that you don't like and embarrassing himself. around other people, you get your government name or a nickname, but not usually pet names. sometimes he'll slip up, but it's never intentional and you can bet your ass he's kicking himself for it.

daehyeon is a pet-name-user at his core but he likes to pretend he's not. he will hit you with every pet name under the sun in texts or when you're comfy laying in bed together or when he really wants something, but the rest of the time he acts like that never happened and that's not who he is. he more often uses nicknames for you and especially prefers ones that are teasing. if he can find a way to turn your name into something silly, he will, and he'll never let it go. wouldn't be caught dead calling you a pet name in front of other people unless he's jealous. then he'll call you babe just to "mark his territory."

yohan just can't be bothered to be very adventurous with what he calls you. he's got babe/baby and he loves it simple like that. he probably turns his nose up to anything more than that because it just seems so cheesy to him. because he sticks to the classics, he's comfortable calling you outside of your name around others, but he still uses your name quite a bit.

[chaeinedup]

Sentimental WEi

[sewooonz]

when dkb were talking about who the members resembled echan was like they resemble my neighborhood friends 😂😂

[virtuangel]

HI miwwie...... please post your all time favorite junseo(s).... and........ will u rank. wei album covers. <3

HI megmeg <3 ok this is not an exhaustive list but: concert junseo (w an emphasis on red), marie claire black shirt my beloved, whatevers going on in these pcs i need them or i will die (i will die), <COAT3 . also im Very normal abt these.

also are we going w music sites covers . if sooo then: love pt.1: first love = youth > identity: challenge > identity: action = identity: first sight > starry night

i think youth is just like a basic cover but it's simple and easy on the eyes and just... u know there's not much to say abt it but that's also why i don't have much to critique... it's not the best cover of all times by all means but it's alright, basically!!

it is tied with first love because i think this one had the potential to be the best one by far, but as much as i Understand the colour palette in relation to the music (like...it makes sense it rlly does) it's just...not fully satisfying?? like i get it but also i dont u know...like i LOVE pink and i LOVE purple but something about this hurts my eyes in a way? i do think that the design is really nice tho and it Does fit the music it comes with!! (and also despite what i said about the colours this pink/purple version is still my fabourite out of the 3 colour palettes it comes in w the different versions? maybe because of how it relates to the songs. or maybe i'm just used to it)

challenge comes next, being also pretty basic (they all are.) but something about her is very satisfying? i love the purple tint she has to her and i think what she has going for her that sets her higher than the other identity covers are the mics in the bottom third of the picture? idk if im making any sense (nd u didnt ask for my rant) but i think it Frames them really nicely? making like a natural frame or like naturally directing ur sight to the group like it's just nice... i like what they did there . shes still a bit boring other than that but like shes fine shes not Bad

action & first sight are both v basic and pretty boring but they both have distinct points they have going for them!! i just personally really enjoy the fancy concept they set for action, that's a personal preference ig & i am a fan of the peach tone it has to itself!! it is also The wei album that i ownbfjevwk i do however dislike how the colour they chose for the text/logos blends into the picture, im not sure if it was the best choice they couldve made!

as for first sight, i See the vision and i do like her, and i guess from an objective standpoint she should be above action, but once again i just enjoy the aesthetic for action much more. but i do think the colour palette is more balanced here, it's more...hitting?? less of a visual mess??? that sounds like im bad mouthing action but it's just like... action's cover is one big fancy peachy mess when u look at it without paying much attention to it, u know? (??) . this one is very clear?? if it makes sense?? it also feels bolder? i really like the text/logo just like . the colours the fonts nd how its all positioned i rlly do enjoy it!!

nd finally starry night (which i almost forgot to include). i DO GET THE VISION i don't like the execution tho . shes a bit of a mess . very unsure about the fonts. the frame makes it feel way too . squeezed . its too big for the picture its framing . maybe just not the best idea to have such a big frame when ure trying to also present all 6 members of the group. it feels like the clocks are an important setail in there but u can barely see them. also the outfits are a bit of a mess esp colour-wise . maybe im just a hater bc i dont like starry night . but idk its a mess meg it is just a mess .

[rainyearning]

Usually, there was no need for Insoo to be at the ranch whenever new helping hands arrived, the ranch in the middle of nowhere used to be popular for backpackers and those wanting to escape the city for a few weeks, work in exchange for free lodging. It was the first time his right-hand woman was sending him texts about a lost case, city kid wanting to be a cowboy. Not the first to come and hoping for the aesthetic, but this was the first time Insoo was greeted by the smell of a puppy. Didn't smell like somebody recently turned either… He was quite tall for a puppy tho. Insoo pushed his hat back, clearing his throat as he was patting the side of the black mare he brought along. "I heard you plan on leaving already," he began. "I can drive you to the train station tomorrow if you want. I thought since you made it all the way out here, would be a waste if you didn't get a bit of actual Wild West and thought maybe you'd like to try for a ride? This is Minky, she's pretty calm, considering she has to deal with my annoyance daily." She was used to the scent of wolves, not bothered by it. "I'm Insoo, I had some business to attend so I wasn't around past week. I hope you still had somewhat of a pleasant time with us."

Maybe Junseo was very easily manipulated and maybe he was at times just way to eager to plan adventures like this. And how did he consider this being a god idea? All Junseo had known was his pretty normal life back home in the city, where he would work in his parents karaoke bar when he wasn't just gaming away. Now ever since finding his wolf and somewhat... well, being on a break with his family, he was having stupid ideas like this. He was not made to be a cowboy. Despite the very cool hat he had bought and adored.. yeah he grew attached to it. And even though he had signed up for weeks.. he felt like it was time to go. He missed his bed and his computer, he missed gaming and feasting on late night cornflakes. Why did he think that was the life for him? Sure, he had a free and great run last night, shifted, away from seeing eyes but that was not worth it, right? He was surprised to see Insoo, the man he had noticed before, just shortly and the man that made him feel uneasy. "I'm Junseo and I think- no, I don't think I put much thinking into coming here." He was laughing, rubbing the side of his neck, his ears red from feeling just a bit embarrassed. "I needed a time out but that's just- I'm not sure if that's it, you know?" His gaze wandered to Minki, she was beautiful, huge.. "Maybe I was coming here with some very weird thoughts. And I saw that hat and some add and I thought I could just be a cowboy for a while and then life would be good again." He sighed a bit and maybe he should not ramble like this but something about Insoo made him feel like it was okay.

[campfire-octopus]

Writing Patterns Tag Game

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @itstimeforstarwars and @loosingmoreletters!!

Pinning Moments

Time sometimes gets away from Jackson in the summer, ok?

Dragon's New Captain

Yuder's not old for a dragon, but that doesn't mean much.

That's all of my posted written work, which I may have neglected to consider when starting this. Hmm. Going with the summery for the first line of art with no text,

"D-Rank" Maker

Shin Junseo deserves a dress. As a treat

I guess I tend toward introspection involving the viewpoint character!

[graphitecrystals]

❀ { junseo }

send ‘❀’ for it to be while they’re drunk.

@svnandmccn

TEXT; Could you pick me up? TEXT; Do you even have a car? TEXT; Or will you pick me up on a bike?

[wintcrflower]

send me a symbol.... ⚠️  a  text  meant  for  someone  else   ╱   @jeontrol​ 

[ patito 🐥 ]: No me importa lo que tengan que hacer o a quién tengan que despedir. [ patito 🐥 ]: Quiero este asunto solucionado para esta misma tarde. Es final. [ patito 🐥 ]: Que quede bien claro desde ahora que no pienso tolerar este tipo de cosas bajo mi mandato. [ patito 🐥 ]: aY PATITO LO SIENTO XFA IGNORA ESOS MENSAJES [ patito 🐥 ]: LO SIENTO LO SIENTO MUCHO