#lee jonghee

[dreamaze]

SEVENUS ⟡ Summer Ride Special Film

[lunetual]

ireah: you guys have been asking me to slick back my hair. since it’s the last concert, i styled my hair like this for the first time in five years! does it look good? heejae: i love when he shows his forehead like this. it made me wonder how he’s so handsome. ireah: ohhh 😄

[kimuramasaya]

Wonder Land (230801) ⁘ Ireah ↳ for @lunetual

[sevenusnet]

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[we-survive-endlessly]

Sevenus - 1st Mini Album: Spring Canvas

[muselin]

I'm pretty sure you saw this already.

I did!!! That's why I said I take him back, I can't leave him 😭😭 Doesn't he look so lonely in that bed? Like he's just waiting for someone to come and sit on top...

[tonguesofkpop]

Happy Birthday to MASC’s Ireah!

MASC - IREAH   Do not edit or crop logo! Do not share without full cr: On picture.

[mascdaily]

[181005] IREAH’s instagram update

🌒

[brianalily]

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Someone really needs to tell me this is not true right now.... Deasung didn't do it right..? He wouldn’t.... I just know he wouldn’t. It doesn’t make sense.

[vraisemblcnce]

·   flashback

𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢…  ·   —   ( @wistfulreality​   ·   plot: this )

the message was nothing that the female had expected, nothing that she could have ever seen coming. they had been over and done for a while now, broke off any form of communication while her heart had also been broken. the months without any contact had been horrible and jongsuk had done his best to keep her on her feet without her risking any more of her future. for a moment longer the female stared down at the phone before a soft sigh, that she hadn’t been aware was held back, left her throat. the ballet dancer didn’t know what to answer, didn’t know what she should reply. did she really want to start over with someone who had broken her heart like this? would it be fair for the ones that managed to get her back on track? unlikely. non the less she pressed the button to call, finding it easier than managing another text.

“how come your sudden change of heart? are you drunk? i told you when you decided to leave me behind and break up with me that i do not want a back and forth. i don’t.. need to get hurt twice.” her voice was laced with sadness, tears barely managed to be held back. it was a sweet pain but also one that she never wanted to feel. it gave her hope when she knew she shouldn’t even expect anything.

[dreamaze]

SEVENUS ⟡ Summús 1st single album

[lunetual]

heejae the happy quokka captain & ireah who keeps heejae from being too hyper ♡

[zcilovs-archive]

SEASONAL AESTHETIC.

(jonghee)

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.     a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day.  sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full-length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snowstorm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.     the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost.  paris in the spring.  birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym, training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.     lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end.  beach days. the lone blow-up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3AM, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.   the leaves changing colours. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ). abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amounts of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

(miyoung)

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.     a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day.  sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full-length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snowstorm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.     the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost.  paris in the spring.  birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym, training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.     lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end.  beach days. the lone blow-up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3AM, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.   the leaves changing colours. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ). abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amounts of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards.accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

TAGGED BY: @needfuldreams​ TAGGING:  @theunwrittens​ @aspcrity​ @yuseongu​

[phnctsa]

☾ — ⋆ a new 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥  to discover @flxriciide

“me? upset looking? how did you know?” the female’s eyes grew slightly bigger as she looked at the female that had just started a conversation with her. jonghee was hiding most of her feelings behind her most common smile that hid her sincere feelings. if someone knew it was he friends or her older brother. “i’m just so tired of this.. jealousy. of this trying to put someone down despite how hard they worked for it.” she honestly admitted, referring to the ballet show where she had gotten the main role not that the older female could know any of that but jonghee didn’t pay attention to the fact that she hadn’t elaborated the whole background of her feelings.

[we-survive-endlessly]

Some of my favorite boys 🥰

[muselin]

It's 4:00 a.m here and I'm wondering why Jonghee changed his ig @ and what does it mean. Is it "Lie band"? And he's gonna be in a band? But there's a Lie band from Bogota. Or it could be "Lieb and _" (like Epik High's "Sleepless in ______") which means "Love and _". LOVE AND WHAT?

Out time zones are very awkward 🙃 but yeah when he changed it I couldn't find his insta for a while lol. No idea what it means!

This is very very stupid, but for a second I felt jealous because of some girl's comment on his post 🤦🏻‍♀️I think the problem is that he's not a big artist and his Instagram is probably more private, and with people he knows. Not jut some fan, from the look of that interaction. I know how pathetic I am lol, it will pass. I don't think I've really ever felt that way, usually I'm more rational than that 🤔