#see ya'll in like three months ig

[evelynda-dahling]

they’re so morse coded. they’re giving very much ... .-.. .- -.--

[jmdbjk]

Bangtan Weekly Report

Been a while. How are ya? We got a lot of shit going on and it has not been easy keeping up. I'll be glad when they are back together in 2025 so we can rest. Lol. Just kidding... I guess.

In a few hours we get Golden. I am excited to hear what Jungkook's chosen for his first album. I am excited to hear him explore these genres of songs. I am sure he's learned a lot during this process just as all the others have. He did a pre-release "press conference" and here is Dispatch's video of it: Watch Kookie's interview here.

He was very poised and articulate... dare I say "mature"? He is doing well. I'm very proud of Jungkook. He and his dance team are very excited to show us what they've created. I'm sure it will be amazing.

He mentioned a future Korean song as a gift? Don't tell me he means his gift to us before he leaves for MS...

😭

Taemin with Jimin special appearance on Suchwita. Finally watched. The dynamic between Jimin and Taemin and Jimin and Yoongi was fascinating.

I don't know a lot about Taemin. Of course I've seen he and Jimin's performance from a while back. Taemin is a great performer. He seems like a very sincere person.

Jimin's Dior campaign.

So lovely that we finally get to see him in motion. Ever since Hobi's LV campaign with the bags, I've been wanting to see Dior or Tiffany take advantage of Jimin's fluid motion and FINALLY they woke up and showed him moving. Not a fan of the oversized knit vests but those suits are wonderful.

Namjoon... Mr. Black Void for an IG pfp... showing us some images from his trip to London.

Fun fact: That Kodak Portra 400 35mm film is anywhere from $15-$25 per roll of film... then you have to pay to have it developed.

His hair is dark in the image... not taken while he was in London... but when? Japan? That sand looks black. Ibusuki Beach? Except for that ship out there... hmmm.

His documentary will be coming down the line at some point, it will be jam-packed with his meanderings from these past two years. Maybe we'll find out where he's been.

The BTS documentary will be out in December. Our Christmas present. I'm looking forward to it. There will be new footage in it.

Tae channeling him some Elvis for Celine is interesting. I suppose this is from an upcoming campaign or magazine spread.

And this was shared with us.

Jung Hoseok achieving his Corporal promotion ahead of time which I think means he would have three bars on his shirt pocket instead of the two as in this photo from his IG.

Less than a year left until Hobi's discharged and 7.5 months left before Jin is discharged.

It was the anniversary of The Astronaut this week. Can't believe this year just flew by. The reluctance to wish time to fly by but at the same time wanting it to slow down in order to live in the moment...we were so worried this time last year. We are making it through this ya'll. We are getting there.

Samsung campaign giving us Yoongi in tan pants. Doing god's work if you ask me:

Xylitol also keeping the Bangtan flame lit ...

How come Jimin and Jungkook are the only ones with their left hands in their pockets? Jikook always jikooking. You are me I am you is strong with them.

[candybowbeansies]

Colors and Promises

warnings/notes: reader is preggers, ya'lls aren’t married cuz he’s literally a criminal, yandere Dabi if u squint, SOFT DABI SOFT DABI WOOWOO,  soft angst like very soft, fluff, soft kisses, slow dancing(its canon, he dances), man produces steam(literally. read and you'll know what i mean ;3), ya'll have a complicated relationship but its still cute tho, soulmate au if u squint, spoilers on his real name and hints at things about him/his past, Romantic Beach Meetup™️ and its lofi, you eventually spill the beanz finkin bout breaking up w him cuz bb(s) 🥺 growing a family is hardcoded into his DNA so don't worry much--

TWO THIS TIMEE yis same song, separate artists! Tokoyami, our sweetbeak, and Overhaul(big spoilers? ig) our beloved mad surgeon gremlin next!

~Masterlist~

heart beats fast~

You’re perched on the cement seawall, not another soul in sight, staring off into the horizon, phone in hand. Yours and his song plays on repeat in your earbuds, because you’ve finally made up your mind. See, the man you love is a wanted criminal. You’ve been with him for years, starting off as friends with benefits because you braved flirting with him. True to the song, the moment you laid your eyes on him, you knew right then and there…you’d found a place for your heart. You were afraid to fall deeper, but how could you not? Behind the stoic, crude, enigmatic man was a boy who wanted to love and be loved. And once he let you in, through all your efforts, he proved to be abrasive, yes; but he was honest and loyal to a fault. 

Children were never spoken about. From what he’s confided in you about his past, you had a gut-sinking feeling that he never wanted any. Busy with his activities, the two of you would tryst every few weeks to a few months at most. He was never gone from your side longer than three months. 

It was two months ago you’d found out you were pregnant.

Your phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number as tears fall. 

i’m close.

You scrub away those tears, recognizing his brief style.

i love you.

A small smile finds its way on your face, only for a short moment. In all honesty, you loved him, too. You’ve agonized over this since you found out, and came to the painful decision of breaking up with him the next time you and him meet.

You massage your baby bump-it was just beginning to show. One bud is plucked from your ear, and you jolt, your hand fleeing from your stomach. “Keep tellin’ ya, don’t use both of ‘em.” you hear a familiar voice chide. He’s finally here, you think, still not quite ready for, well…any of what’s going to happen.

You stare ahead at a particularly interesting point off in the distance as he plops down by your side while you bundle up your baggy jacket to hide them from him. The sun was already well below the horizon.

“I’m not always here to protect you, dove.” he says, the nickname falling from his lips affectionately. In the corner of your eye, you see him raise the earbud to rest it against his ear. You can hear his soft exhale, and practically feel his smile. 

“Our song.” he says, after several moments of silence that felt like an eternity to you. “What’s the occasion?” he asks, craning his head to look at you with a lopsided smile. This smile drops when he sees you’ve been crying. “You were crying.” he states, matter of factly, gears chugging in his head. It’s not long before the smile is back, larger than before. “Awe, did you miss me?” he teases, and you roll your eyes. You then hastily gather your earbuds and phone, sliding off the seawall with practiced grace, skipping off a few steps before turning around and sticking your tongue out at him.

“Of course I missed you, doooofus.” you tease back. “But that’s not the reason why. Come find out?” you beckon him, and this time it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “I’ll give you a head start, mouse.” he growls playfully. You squeak and dash off in excitement as he begins counting.

You would enjoy what little time left you had, you decided, your heart thudding against your ribcage in a bittersweet melody, laughter escaping you. You make record-breaking speed, but it isn’t long before you can hear his boots in the sand right behind you. You pick up your pace a little, squealing out towards the ocean, laughter still bubbling from you. No matter how hard you try, you just can’t beat Touya in a race for anything. 

He had his eyes on the prize-you-and he’d be damned if he didn’t get it. “Gotcha, mouse.” you hear him grunt right behind you, and not a moment later, you find yourself in his grasp. “Touya!” you shriek playfully as he lifts you and swings you around with jolly snickers. The momentum is enough to send your phone out of your pocket and onto the sand, your earbuds dislodging from the socket.

‘Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love, when I’m afraid to fall?’

He sets you down on your feet, the both of you looking at your phone. Somewhere along, the song switched from the lo-fi cover you’d liked so much to the original song on repeat.

‘But watching you stand alone? All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow’

You turn around to face him, his turquoise hues looking down into yours. “Our song.” you say, and he smiles. “Our song.” he repeats after you. ‘One step closer,’ you hum along, the acoustics dancing in the salty breeze. The two of you gradually move into a slow sway, letting the music play. It isn’t long before he pipes up.

“You know what, fuck it. I suck at singing but who cares?” he says, and you huff out a laugh as he gives his best attempt at the second verse as it plays, completely and comically tone-deaf. 

‘Time stands still Beauty in all she is I will be brave I will not let anything take away What's standing in front of me Every breath Every hour has come to this’

You don’t care to stifle your giggles much, because he loved seeing you laugh-even at his own expense. The corners of his eyes crinkle warmly, and he ‘tries’ even louder. “Oh, stop!” you laugh, half-heartedly smacking his chest. Your laughter is short lived, however, as he leans down to capture your lips.

One step closer.

You wrap your arms around his torso, relishing in his warmth. The kiss breaks as the two of you sway, lost in each other’s embrace. You bury your face in his duster, wishing this moment would last longer, terrified of having to choose, despite already having made up your mind, because you were convinced he didn't want to be a father.

Only the two of you on the beach, beneath the moon, slow-dancing, kissed by the salty air of the sea, foamy waters lazily lapping at the sands; a picture-perfect moment in the lives of a struggling couple. What made you make this decision in the first place was because you didn’t want to nail him down, when he could be out there, being him. 

Free.

The song reaches its crescendo, and you tuck away all those fantasies of having a dysfunctional, yes-but happy nonetheless family-one by painstaking one.

One step closer.

Those words you prepared yourself to say…they die before they get the chance to form. And just like this, repeatedly, until the song ends, you try to actually say them.

“Touya…?” you say, your voice incredibly small. He hums in reply. No beating around the bush, you tell yourself. You sniff, peering up at him. He stares back at you, quizzically. “Dove?” he calls when you don’t speak. You smile.

It’s going to be okay.

“I found out…” you trail off, then sigh. “A couple of months ago.” you say, opting to stare at his shirt when he raises a brow. You briefly clench your jaw before spitting it out. “I’m pregnant.”

“I thought you should know…well, since…finding out much later would be fucked up, ya’know?” your voice wavers, tears beginning to gather at your eyes.

"I decided to keep it." the words tumble out of your mouth quickly, your resolve shattering as those tears begin to fall. "If you don't want to be there, I understand, you don't have--to-" your voice shrinks back as he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him.

You blink away the blurriness caused by them…to see his widened turquoise hues brighter than ever. His throat bobs, an indistinct sound escaping him, steam emerging from his broken skin, in between the staples. 

This phenomenon happened when he was flustered; something only you could do to him. However, when it takes a blackish hue, that was a warning sign.

"Touya!" you gasp, reaching up to grab his face, afraid the man you loved would spontaneously combust, but he stops you in your tracks.

"You're pregnant?" he repeats this; over and over, stupified. You gulp, nodding once. "Yes. I am, and I--" "You want to keep it?" he interrupts, drowning out your soft tone.

You hesitate for a moment.

Not because you weren't sure if you really wanted to keep it...but because you were afraid. Afraid he wouldn't want it. Afraid you'd have to let him go. Afraid the life growing inside you would nail him down, somehow. Afraid he would feel caged in.

You gasp softly, your voice failing you. All you can do is nod, crocodile tears streaming from your eyes.

"Mine?" you hear the disbelief in his voice, blackish smoke erupting from his throat, followed by a harsh cough as you nod again, surely; "Damnit, dove."

He exhales the smoke, pointedly staring at the ocean behind you. "That's not smart." he tells you. You knew it wasn't, but you didn't give a damn. He huffs, and you try to pull away, but he's quick to encase you with his arms. Your heart beats a mile a minute as he speaks.

"I don't think I can be a good dad." he admits, and you want to rebuff him, but you manage to keep it down. "I'm a wanted man, dove." he says. You know.

"I'm a criminal. I can't provide like a normal man." he continues, and you clench your teeth. "I can't be there all the time." he says, his words sprouting hope inside you.

You knew he couldn't be there. And that was okay.

But...your worries were still there.

You open your mouth, weakly pushing him away. "But I'll be damned if if you try to run, dove." his words shut you up. "It won't be pretty." he growls, his voicebox singed by his quirk. "S'don't to that t'me, okay?" his soft plea comes out hoarsely, his voice slowly giving out for the nth time, but you knew he'd get it back, like all the other times. You lift a hand, gingerly stroking his marred cheek, staples searing hot to the touch, but you didn't care. "Stay where I know you are, dove."

He leans into your touch, and you give him a kiss.

"I promise." you tell him. You and him, and the life inside you, would figure things out. You sigh softly-happily.

Your wish of a happy, dysfunctional family just might come true.

[shuckinbeanz]

Colors and Promises

warnings/notes: reader is preggers, ya'lls aren’t married cuz he’s literally a criminal, yandere Dabi if u squint, SOFT DABI SOFT DABI WOOWOO,  soft angst like very soft, fluff, soft kisses, slow dancing(its canon, he dances), man produces steam(literally. read and you'll know what i mean ;3), ya'll have a complicated relationship but its still cute tho, soulmate au if u squint, spoilers on his real name and hints at things about him/his past, Romantic Beach Meetup™️ and its lofi, you eventually spill the beanz finkin bout breaking up w him cuz bb(s) 🥺 growing a family is hardcoded into his DNA so don't worry much--

TWO THIS TIMEE yis same song, separate artists! Tokoyami, our sweetbeak, and Overhaul(big spoilers? ig) our beloved mad surgeon gremlin next!

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~Masterlist~

heart beats fast~

You’re perched on the cement seawall, not another soul in sight, staring off into the horizon, phone in hand. Yours and his song plays on repeat in your earbuds, because you’ve finally made up your mind. See, the man you love is a wanted criminal. You’ve been with him for years, starting off as friends with benefits because you braved flirting with him. True to the song, the moment you laid your eyes on him, you knew right then and there…you’d found a place for your heart. You were afraid to fall deeper, but how could you not? Behind the stoic, crude, enigmatic man was a boy who wanted to love and be loved. And once he let you in, through all your efforts, he proved to be abrasive, yes; but he was honest and loyal to a fault. 

Children were never spoken about. From what he’s confided in you about his past, you had a gut-sinking feeling that he never wanted any. Busy with his activities, the two of you would tryst every few weeks to a few months at most. He was never gone from your side longer than three months. 

It was two months ago you’d found out you were pregnant.

Your phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number as tears fall. 

i’m close.

You scrub away those tears, recognizing his brief style.

i love you.

A small smile finds its way on your face, only for a short moment. In all honesty, you loved him, too. You’ve agonized over this since you found out, and came to the painful decision of breaking up with him the next time you and him meet.

You massage your baby bump-it was just beginning to show. One bud is plucked from your ear, and you jolt, your hand fleeing from your stomach. “Keep tellin’ ya, don’t use both of ‘em.” you hear a familiar voice chide. He’s finally here, you think, still not quite ready for, well…any of what’s going to happen.

You stare ahead at a particularly interesting point off in the distance as he plops down by your side while you bundle up your baggy jacket to hide them from him. The sun was already well below the horizon.

“I’m not always here to protect you, dove.” he says, the nickname falling from his lips affectionately. In the corner of your eye, you see him raise the earbud to rest it against his ear. You can hear his soft exhale, and practically feel his smile. 

“Our song.” he says, after several moments of silence that felt like an eternity to you. “What’s the occasion?” he asks, craning his head to look at you with a lopsided smile. This smile drops when he sees you’ve been crying. “You were crying.” he states, matter of factly, gears chugging in his head. It’s not long before the smile is back, larger than before. “Awe, did you miss me?” he teases, and you roll your eyes. You then hastily gather your earbuds and phone, sliding off the seawall with practiced grace, skipping off a few steps before turning around and sticking your tongue out at him.

“Of course I missed you, doooofus.” you tease back. “But that’s not the reason why. Come find out?” you beckon him, and this time it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “I’ll give you a head start, mouse.” he growls playfully. You squeak and dash off in excitement as he begins counting.

You would enjoy what little time left you had, you decided, your heart thudding against your ribcage in a bittersweet melody, laughter escaping you. You make record-breaking speed, but it isn’t long before you can hear his boots in the sand right behind you. You pick up your pace a little, squealing out towards the ocean, laughter still bubbling from you. No matter how hard you try, you just can’t beat Touya in a race for anything. 

He had his eyes on the prize-you-and he’d be damned if he didn’t get it. “Gotcha, mouse.” you hear him grunt right behind you, and not a moment later, you find yourself in his grasp. “Touya!” you shriek playfully as he lifts you and swings you around with jolly snickers. The momentum is enough to send your phone out of your pocket and onto the sand, your earbuds dislodging from the socket.

‘Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love, when I’m afraid to fall?’

He sets you down on your feet, the both of you looking at your phone. Somewhere along, the song switched from the lo-fi cover you’d liked so much to the original song on repeat.

‘But watching you stand alone? All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow’

You turn around to face him, his turquoise hues looking down into yours. “Our song.” you say, and he smiles. “Our song.” he repeats after you. ‘One step closer,’ you hum along, the acoustics dancing in the salty breeze. The two of you gradually move into a slow sway, letting the music play. It isn’t long before he pipes up.

“You know what, fuck it. I suck at singing but who cares?” he says, and you huff out a laugh as he gives his best attempt at the second verse as it plays, completely and comically tone-deaf. 

‘Time stands still Beauty in all she is I will be brave I will not let anything take away What's standing in front of me Every breath Every hour has come to this’

You don’t care to stifle your giggles much, because he loved seeing you laugh-even at his own expense. The corners of his eyes crinkle warmly, and he ‘tries’ even louder. “Oh, stop!” you laugh, half-heartedly smacking his chest. Your laughter is short lived, however, as he leans down to capture your lips.

One step closer.

You wrap your arms around his torso, relishing in his warmth. The kiss breaks as the two of you sway, lost in each other’s embrace. You bury your face in his duster, wishing this moment would last longer, terrified of having to choose, despite already having made up your mind, because you were convinced he didn't want to be a father.

Only the two of you on the beach, beneath the moon, slow-dancing, kissed by the salty air of the sea, foamy waters lazily lapping at the sands; a picture-perfect moment in the lives of a struggling couple. What made you make this decision in the first place was because you didn’t want to nail him down, when he could be out there, being him. 

Free.

The song reaches its crescendo, and you tuck away all those fantasies of having a dysfunctional, yes-but happy nonetheless family-one by painstaking one.

One step closer.

Those words you prepared yourself to say…they die before they get the chance to form. And just like this, repeatedly, until the song ends, you try to actually say them.

“Touya…?” you say, your voice incredibly small. He hums in reply. No beating around the bush, you tell yourself. You sniff, peering up at him. He stares back at you, quizzically. “Dove?” he calls when you don’t speak. You smile.

It’s going to be okay.

“I found out…” you trail off, then sigh. “A couple of months ago.” you say, opting to stare at his shirt when he raises a brow. You briefly clench your jaw before spitting it out. “I’m pregnant.”

“I thought you should know…well, since…finding out much later would be fucked up, ya’know?” your voice wavers, tears beginning to gather at your eyes.

"I decided to keep it." the words tumble out of your mouth quickly, your resolve shattering as those tears begin to fall. "If you don't want to be there, I understand, you don't have--to-" your voice shrinks back as he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him.

You blink away the blurriness caused by them…to see his widened turquoise hues brighter than ever. His throat bobs, an indistinct sound escaping him, steam emerging from his broken skin, in between the staples. 

This phenomenon happened when he was flustered; something only you could do to him. However, when it takes a blackish hue, that was a warning sign.

"Touya!" you gasp, reaching up to grab his face, afraid the man you loved would spontaneously combust, but he stops you in your tracks.

"You're pregnant?" he repeats this; over and over, stupified. You gulp, nodding once. "Yes. I am, and I--" "You want to keep it?" he interrupts, drowning out your soft tone.

You hesitate for a moment.

Not because you weren't sure if you really wanted to keep it...but because you were afraid. Afraid he wouldn't want it. Afraid you'd have to let him go. Afraid the life growing inside you would nail him down, somehow. Afraid he would feel caged in.

You gasp softly, your voice failing you. All you can do is nod, crocodile tears streaming from your eyes.

"Mine?" you hear the disbelief in his voice, blackish smoke erupting from his throat, followed by a harsh cough as you nod again, surely; "Damnit, dove."

He exhales the smoke, pointedly staring at the ocean behind you. "That's not smart." he tells you. You knew it wasn't, but you didn't give a damn. He huffs, and you try to pull away, but he's quick to encase you with his arms. Your heart beats a mile a minute as he speaks.

"I don't think I can be a good dad." he admits, and you want to rebuff him, but you manage to keep it down. "I'm a wanted man, dove." he says. You know.

"I'm a criminal. I can't provide like a normal man." he continues, and you clench your teeth. "I can't be there all the time." he says, his words sprouting hope inside you.

You knew he couldn't be there. And that was okay.

But...your worries were still there.

You open your mouth, weakly pushing him away. "But I'll be damned if if you try to run, dove." his words shut you up. "It won't be pretty." he growls, his voicebox singed by his quirk. "S'don't to that t'me, okay?" his soft plea comes out hoarsely, his voice slowly giving out for the nth time, but you knew he'd get it back, like all the other times. You lift a hand, gingerly stroking his marred cheek, staples searing hot to the touch, but you didn't care. "Stay where I know you are, dove."

He leans into your touch, and you give him a kiss.

"I promise." you tell him. You and him, and the life inside you, would figure things out. You sigh softly-happily.

Your wish of a happy, dysfunctional family just might come true.

[butterbeeryuta]

donghyuck as your boyfriend

oh my mcfucking god im sorry but lmAO you better have some patience in you

because i'm a sucker for college aus, we're going to base this headcanon on that cause i said so

it's your second year in college studying history cause it's the best subject in the world (yes i am biased what about it) and you were at the library taking those aesthetic af notes on 17-18th century russia. your highlighters were everywhere, your looseleaf papers were scattered, but you just wanted to get the whole peter the great (co-tsar of russia from 1682, and became THE tsar of russia by 1696) stuff done so you could go home and snack on chips and watch the good place

'holy shit you're doing a lot wow'

who tf??

you looked up, only to see lee donghyuck aka haechan the loud and mischevious and pretty guy of the campus, surprised at your condensed notes and arguably intense method of studying

'uhH, yeah. i guess i am?'

and donghyuck, being the nosy ass sunshine he is, decides to sit with you and just watch you do your shit in pure astonishment cause lmao tf are notes

'so you're the student professor x talks about,,, no wonder why. y/n right?'

uhhHhhhH

UHHHHHH

'yes, and you're lee donghyuck?'

'glad to know my work and effort is recognised by the school body' and you have no idea how to respond to that so you just keep writing cause,,,, that's what you were going to do anyway

thing is, donghyuck knows you. he's seen you a lot in creative writing, always with the best supplies and neatly taking down notes. he's not even like that himself, but he finds it so attractive esp coming from you. he doesnt think it's a kink, and he prays to whatever gods out there that it isn't a kink— but studious you does shit to his heart

i don't think i mentioned this, but you're study partners with jeno and renjun who also takes european history and anthropology which hyuck is unaware of, but you also didn't know that you're study group lives with donghyuck and lives a fucking chaotic life.

kneeways, donghyuck was just watching you take notes, and after about 15 minutes when you realised he wasn't moving, you stopped writing and looked up at him again.

'is there anything i could help you with? you've been watching me take notes for —'

'do you want to go on a date with me?'

'ok why you cutting me of— wait what now?'

what??? just??? happened???

haechan, my dear, you two JUST MET

'we literally just met 30 minutes ago' you said, looking at him with the most confused expression

'well yeah, but if we date, we can get to know each other better'

well, you still said no

'well then, i guess i'm going to keep coming back to this library until you say yes' and lee forking donghyuck leaves like that.

you didn't believe him. what idiot would go back to you just for a yes on a date

yeah the idiot's haechan

you were once having a study session with renjun and jeno, and haechan just so happens to see the three of you having an intense discussion on who was a better leader of russia: peter the great or catherine the great

injunnie immediately notices his friend and said, 'who tf allowed you in a library??'

then this is where you interrupted: 'oh? ya'll know each other?'

haechan is confused.

you're confused.

evergone is confused.

jeno then explains how he and renjun, along with jaemin and chenle amd jisung are dorm mates with haechan; whereas you explained to haechan that the 2 boys were your study buddies, amd you told the boys how haechan was the 'library creep that keeps asking me out'

'SO YOURE THE LIBRARY CREEP?' - huang renjun, 2k19

'WAIT SO Y/N IS THE HOT ACADEMIC?? really hyuck???' lee jeno, 2k19

'god you call me the library creep? that hurts my bronchioles' haechan says

idk it felt right to say that

kneeways, now that ya'll apparently have common friends, ya'll hang out more aside from studyinh like: having lunch, playing bowling, karaoke, dinner, amd etc. it was nice overall.

maybe like 6-7 months later, haechan still visits you in the library and sits close to you while you were concentrated on whatever tf you were doing. he doesnt really ask you out much as before, but his feelings did grow for you.

there was one time where you all watched the live action of aladdin and you started singing along to the songs— and haechan found that adorable.

and there was another time where you got into a heated historical debate with renjun and even if haechan understood nothing, he was just amazed at you (even if you were very close to biting renjun's head off)

jaemin realises how whipped donghyuck is getting for you, and he's also amused at this point

NOW, exams were coming up and that means,,, YOURE MAKING STUDY PACKS YEYYYYY

so here you are, at the library, writing a lot hoping whatever is on paper would go in your brain

and you did it for hours

and hours.

and just like any other day, hyuck visits you— but it was so visible you're tired.

'you alright?' he asks and you sorta just,,, threw your highlighter at him

'fuck this hyuck i'm going to flunk the exams, why do i even bother making such extensive notes....' and you just went on for a solid 7 minutes but

he still listens to you. he still looks at you with admiration like

the fuck?

and you just noticed how even at your rambling state, he still listens to you and you start crying like get a fucking grip hoe

hyuck is confused and he starts panicking cause he doesnt know what to do and he sorta goes over to you and hugs you in a very awkward way (i hope ya'll get what i mean)

AND YOU'RE DONE you're sobbing hoW can you not have noticed someone cares for you this much

it sorta hits you all at once; he stays with you everyday after lessons so you can complete your notes, he's always there even during study sessions with renjun and jeno, he's there when you need someone to hang out with on the weekends— he's always there for you

'i don't really know how to help people calm down with their feelings cause I can barely control mine but, I think you should go home and rest a bit, the stress probably got into you and—'

'yes'

'so let me help you pac— yes what?'

'yes, i'll go out with you'

*cue your face snuggling in his chest*

HYUCK DIED SKDJAKDKSKDKS

haechan? sorry he died 0.3 seconds ago

he smiles,,, a LoT AND he just holds you tighter, rubbing your back

'well, at least i won't have to go to this boring ass library anymore'

'HEY'

a/n: UWUUUUUUUU!!! okay lmao i've been making study packs recently for mocks (and yes it's for history) and ig that inspired me for this. if ya'll one day see me post a whole post on 17-18th century russia as well as authoritarian states (china and germany) please ignore me cause that's probably just me reviewing. anD if you're interested, i'll gladly share my note-taking styles and stuff so yeS i am THAT person. hope all of you have a great day ❤️