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[emotionalsupport-ljh]

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡ ･ﾟ✧ Woozi World :･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡ ･ﾟ

Sometimes Jihoon zones out.

Fluff - woozi x reader

Based on my favorite Woozi Quirk™ (ft. some of my favorite pics of Woozi World)

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Word Count: 642

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A gentle melody played from the speaker as you sat on the white couch in the Universe Factory. You played a game on your phone and let the music sink into your mind, easily enjoying the new production made by your friend. Jihoon faced you in his desk chair with his eyes closed and head bobbing, lost in the melody. He wanted to gauge your reaction as his test audience, but he got distracted enjoying his own creation a little too much.

You had noticed this behavior in him before when he listened to music; you found it endearing how it seemed like the entire world would seemingly fall away to him, leaving him alone with the bars and measures. Music was often the catalyst for his little zone-out sessions, but sometimes he was lost in his own thoughts. In those moments, he would stare out into space with blank eyes and an expression stuck on his face. Sometimes he looked cutely and stupidly happy, and sometimes he looked lost and confused. During those moments, you would indulge a little bit in being able to look at him freely before pulling him back to reality. His little quirk only deepened the crush you had on him.

As you both sat in his studio and absorbed the new music, you watched as Jihoon floated into Woozi World bit by bit. His hands tapped out every beat which led to his head following the rhythm until he closed his eyes and hummed out possible melodies for the song it would soon become. You put your phone down and enjoyed the show a little longer before finally calling out to him.

"Hey," you started in a small voice trying to coax him slowly from his reverie. It didn't work. "Hello…” you trailed, “...Jihoon." You got a little closer to him and snapped your fingers in front of his closed eyes. All it seemed to do was create a new syncopation that he held onto with his tapping fingers which had him falling deeper into the song flooding his senses.

Frustrated, you cupped your hands around your mouth and half-shouted, "Earth to Woozi World! Don't leave me behind!"

With a sharp inhale through his nose, Jihoon opened his eyes wide and stared at you. You were smiling at him like you were going to start laughing at him. A blush washed across his face as he realized that he zoned-out again. He swiveled in his chair quickly to turn the volume down to a nice ambient sound that the two of you could talk over. When he faced you again, he couldn't quite meet your eyes.

You giggled and spoke first, "You let the song loop like five times."

"I'm sorry." Even in the blue and purple lights of the Factory, you could see the blush deepen in his cheeks.

"Don't apologize," you laughed out, reaching one hand for his knee, "The song was so good; I hardly even noticed."

He finally met your adoring gaze and smiled, calming down. “Tell me what you liked about it. I wanted to gauge your reaction.”

As you started the long list of praises you had about the work and comments on potential concepts and vibes for the piece, Jihoon had relaxed into his chair comfortably, looking completely calm. You tried to recreate some of the melodies with your own voice, only to be excited when you noticed the part playing softly in the background. Your input was precious to Jihoon; he watched and listened intently to all your ideas. His face stilled in a soft smile and his eyes were locked on the stars that sparkled in your eyes as you continued to talk about his music. He fell back into his own mind where the only things in his world that could ever exist were music and you.

[dubioushonour]

Just sort of a thought ramble I needed to get out of my head, but I was talking with a friend and she mentioned that I'm really not much of a reader. Which is accurate, but also inaccurate, in a way my brain has a hard time articulating.

She's right in that I haven't properly read a new book in ages. I used to read ravenously as a kid because I had no friends and nothing else to do with my time. I still enjoy reading, but there's other mediums my brain clicks better with nowadays because I'm still awful about not just reading a book in one sitting. That's also probably why I read books less frequently as an adult, honestly: there's no good stopping point in a book for me. If I don't finish a book I get too stuck on "what happens next" to focus on anything else. My impulse control with books is pretty garbage because they are right there, in their entirety, for me to consume. This was less of a problem when I was younger and had fewer responsibilities, but as an adult I can't justify all nighters like that (and also just can't do all nighters anymore, period).

But also I still read a lot, but it's: fanfics, it's visual novels, dialogue heavy video games, it's long tvtropes binges and Wikipedia articles and online short stories and pirated manga I have downloaded. I have 90 tabs open on my phone right now and almost all of them are things I'm planning on reading. Things that just are broken up easily, or short, or have clearly defined stopping points that I don't get hung up on. But those are things I read. Its a large number of things I am reading. Sometimes I'm bouncing between them because I have the focus of a child and I get distracted easily, but they're being read.

I've always been a reader. I haven't really stopped being a reader. I love reading. But do I still count as an "avid reader" if I'm not reading proper books on the regular, like I did when I was younger? What's the criteria? "You're not much of a reader" but is it just that we're reading different things??? How do you define this kind of thing? How are we ranking this?

It's just an odd comment my brain has been stuck on since she said it, I guess. I do have a strong desire to read books again, but it's so much harder than it used to be when I was younger. Maybe it's the brain problems I can define properly now. Maybe it's the association I have with books and crippling friendless middle school lunch table loneliness. It could be a lot of things, tbh.

There's just something disconcerting about hearing someone you trust, who you trust knows you well, say something about you so definitively and confidently and that something feels wrong. It's not incorrect, not entirely, but it's also not right. And if I didn't write it out I was going to be stuck on it for hours and chewing on it until I drove myself into a hole trying to articulate the feeling.

[transthatfag]

destiel forehead healing kiss. what more could u want.

[ruushes]

i HAVE been working on this ive just been fighting it for my fucking life but i think ive finally got it to the point i can work on finishing 😭

[boydykedevo]

Sometimes I feel like I post too much and then I see other people with indicators in their bio as to whether they’ve hit post limit when I have literally never once hit post limit and I’m like alright. I’m probably good I think

[anura-artist]

wake up babe new oc just dropped. this is Red he is my boy

[strawberri-draws]

Silly entry for day 3 of potsnpicksweek (Dinner/Modern AU/Gift)!

[dapg-otmebytheballs]

Dan and Phil // of queer friendships

[spaceinvadeeer]

mobillace deluxe pack

[eyes-of-nine]

they're so childhood friends to lovers bodyguard au coded to me 😌✨ (they have killed so so many people)

[gatoburr0]

Tactical Marie woeuh

[so-very-small]

I am thinking about a Tiny Wife, and a Tiny Husband. they live in the walls of a human couple’s home. got married young and rushed, drifted apart in their thirties, but it’s fine. the humans are in a similar boat. they all make it work. so the Tiny Husband does the majority of the borrowing, and the Giant Husband does the majority of the cooking, and it’s only natural that their paths cross. and they hate each other.

the Giant Husband sees this little guy as an absolute pest. destroying his herb gardens and stealing his food. so he lays traps, chases him, puts all his energy into catching this tiny. he doesn’t tell his Giant Wife. and yet, he obsesses. the Tiny Husband sees the Giant as an obstacle, and takes on the traps as challenges. he steals more than he needs, makes a show of his theft now that the human is aware. his Tiny Wife worries, but he persists.

because there’s a specific little feeling he gets around the Giant Husband that he hasn’t gotten from anyone in a long time. a sharp thrill in his chest, a flutter in his stomach. and it’s wrong, and he also might die, but he goes out anyways just to see him. and he has a very, very strong feeling that Giant Husband feels the same.

(he does.)

Tiny Wife is not stupid, though. initially relived by the extra alone time, she eventually realizes Tiny Husband’s gone more than he should be and he’s bringing home more than normal. she trails after him one night, and watches how her husband has this dangerous dance with the Giant Husband. the threats, the sharp comments, the danger, but more than that, how they look at each other. the light in his eyes when he comes home.

and Tiny Wife is a little bothered by how she isn’t bothered. if anything, she’s happy for Tiny Husband. she’s never seen that spark, and she’s never held it for him. she’s happy he’s getting that, even if it’s in an atypical way. despite this, she still feels an obligation to Giant Wife, and so one night while Tiny Husband and Giant Husband are trying to kill each other, she creeps her way into the massive bedroom.

Giant Wife is having tea, her soft face lit by candles. Tiny Wife makes her presence known from her perch on the nightstand, and Giant Wife does not seem as startled as she should be. introductions are made, and Tiny Wife breaks the news that their husbands are…. well they’re not fucking, she doesn’t think, instead something much weirder, but emotionally entangled regardless.

and the Giant Wife already knows. she’s at peace with it, god, she’s happy for the quiet with her husband so busy. it was an arraigned marriage, and she’s not bothered, don’t worry little one, perhaps since you’re free would you like to stay for some tea? Tiny Wife does. she has tea in the candlelight with this giantess, and when she walks home, she has a certain smile on her face that’s never been there before.

I like to think it works out. the Husbands come clean and the Wives laugh at them. everything changes, in the sense that Tiny and Giant Wives now have tea every evening and spend the nights together, and nothing changes, in the sense that the Husbands are still trying to kill each other.

(but now they also kiss sometimes, too.)

[just-your-average-mutant-blood]

Due to popular demand. More ihnmaims shit post I drew for a friend. (Mostly sonic real time fandub quotes)

Yes babe the sweater around my neck does stay on during sex

Part 1

[kaereth]

Suletta and Miorine from Gundam for a kofi! Might have to watch this show now honestly 👀

[brontidepng]

late #sulemioweek23 day 3 - studying for their college exams

[ryuki-draws]

I watched the Witch from Mercury recently and all I need now is Saionji wrecking three mech suits before getting expelled to camping