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[hyunpic]

🥟: "i just turned this live on to show you guys im here, im doing well"

[stray-but-okay]

It’s a sensitive topic for him

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[jerirose]

Now I know What I needed was me

[Image Description] Digital realism of Han Jisung from the mv Levanter. A side profile painting; Han is wearing a fluffy white top. He has colourful star stickers on his face along with star freckles. His brown hair is covering his eyes. Han is wearing a white beaded necklace, two earrings in his visible lobe along with a planet tragus piercing, septum right and a medusa piercing. The background is a pink field with an oldy tinted sky filled with clouds.

[catiuskaa]

The rain falls [the sky doesn’t]

rain sucks. for you, to the very least, it’s a major problem. but your boyfriend knows something is wrong, and is determined to help you, because even if rain falls, the sky doesn’t.

because it rains a lot where I live and the prompt ‘i am afraid of something + taking care of s/o’ has me weak on my fluffy lil heart. and because i’m nervous of my exams. teehee.

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「♪♪ ♡ 🌃 ♡ ♪♪」

It wasn’t the same.

He knew he could be overthinking it, but something had to be wrong. He knew it the moment he heard the door close and there was no sort of welcoming— no “honey, I’m home!” said with a giggle, no hugs or kisses. You hadn’t even moved to your shared room—, where he had been resting, waiting for your arrival.

You two had moved together not too long ago, so, whatever was going on, he hoped that it wasn’t a problem related to how busy his schedule had been or something that he couldn’t fix.

Even if most of the people he knew would say “Hyunjin? Clueless, the man can’t get a thing,” this was right in front of him, like a missing center piece of a puzzle that is almost done. And it was you the one on the core of the issue, so of course, this was maximum priority.

Silently confused, he tilted his head on the doorframe, in a kind of cartoonish way. His eyebrows shot up when he noticed your figure on the sofa, coat and bag still on, feet hanging off the couch so you wouldn’t get it dirty.

Oh, it was that bad? He winced silently. It tugged at his chest, tightening feeling growing slowly.

“Hey there, lovely.” He greeted in a murmur, bending down on his knees, stroking your hair softly. He noticed how wet and damp it felt under his touch, as if you hadn’t bothered to use the umbrella that you carried around and that rested right in front of the door, left to dry.

You let out a strange sort of whine, and that gave out your unsteady breathing, his face quickly displaying innocent worry.

“F-fuck,” you cursed, sniffing, quickly brushing away your tears, yet more came to replace those.

“Oh, baby,” he cupped his face with your hands, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs, stroking in a soothing motion. “Lovely, why are you crying?”

You sobbed, pouting, stopping your failed attempts on hiding your face as he sweetly caged your face in his big hands, almost directly in front of his.

“I-it’s stupid.”

He frowned, a gesture almost unnoticeable.

“Yeah. And Seungmin says I’m intelligent.”

You snorted softly, and that made some of his worry go away, smiling at you softly. He pressed a small kiss on your forehead, so warm, so home, so Hyunjin, that your smile stayed in place, even if tears were still coming out.

“S-so… I uh…” He nodded, encouraging you to keep speeking and you sniffed, trying to look for the correct words.

A lightning illuminated the room, but it was the sound of thunder that rumbled under its walls, and for you, it seemed that the place had shattered into pieces. You squirmed in your place, hiding in the arms of Hyunjin, who hugged you, passing his hands, warm to the touch, under your cold and wet coat, quickly taking it off and covering you both with the blanket you kept to watch movies on the couch.

He cooed softly, your head hidden on the crook of his neck as he pecked you so tenderly, so sweetly, that you couldn’t help but let out a sigh full of anxiety, now curling up on Hyunjin’s lap, the sounds of the storm feeling further away as his slow-paced breathing calmed you down.

“My little taco.” He hummed with a cheeky smile as he had wrapped you in the blanket, only your face free from the soft fabric. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You thought about it, then shook your head sideways. Somehow, saying you were afraid of storms made them more unbearable. As if you couldn’t hide or escape from them anymore.

He moved both of you, now laying down on the sofa as he took your shoes off and then rested his head on your lap.

But, umpromptedly, his eyes shined as he looked at you.

“Lovely, I’ve been wanting to do something with you for a while,” he started. “If you feel too afraid, we don’t need to do it, we can always come back inside.”

He hesitated. Should he say it out loud? He had felt how putting your fear to words made you even more anxious. So, instead, he didn’t.

Standing up, he went to get his raincoat and his boots, taking another for you, the one you were wearing at the moment being far too drenched to wear again. He hung it close to the radiator and then helped you in your boots. And also threw one of his sweaters over your head, and you gripped the sleeves, feeling as long as always.

Hyunjin took your hands in his, walking backwards to the door, but not taking any umbrella. He stared at you lovingly as he waited for you to ask or refrain from leaving, but you nodded, still quite unsure.

He giggled, hands cradling your face and planting a big smooch on your lips, his fruit flavoured chapstick lingering on you.

Without letting go of your hand, like a kid on Christmas day, he excitedly went to the entrance of the building, now both of you standingin front of the main door, rain pouring down on the other side of the glass.

He took his phone and pressed play, happily handing you a pair of headphones, connecting both his and yours with the adaptor that you had teased him for buying a while ago.

The known melody tingled in your ears, Frank Sinatra’s voice filling your ears and your chest because Hyunjin looked so cute as he stared at you, unsure of opening the door until you gave him a sign, looking so squishable and —god, you could bite him he looked so cute—.

You let out a sigh, but with the music, hearing the rain was almost imposible, and that helped with your nerves, the instrumental on the track setting a beat for your nervous heart to follow.

“I chose this because you played it yesterday, and uh, I, well…” Hyunjin said, failing to hide a quiver in his voice.

“It’s a good song. It’s ok.” You smiled, and squeezed his hand. “It’s cheesy. Like you.”

He laughed, more relaxed. “You were the one who was screaming the chorus the other day, shouting ‘fly me to the moon’ so loud the neighbours though you were an astronaut.”

You both chuckled out of nervousness, out of a weird excitement that he glued to you.

You nodded, and both of you got out to the rain.

You flinched at the wet and cold feeling, your skin shivering at the sharp feeling of it, but you were too bothered, looking at Hyunjin, smiling, laughing, having fun, that you smiled too.

Hyunjin smiled back at you cheekily.

“Now we dance, because I’m so cheesy and you love it.”

He held you closer by your waist, lulling your body softly to the music in your headphones.

Hyunjin rested his forehead against yours as he started singing, and you lowered the volume of the headphones to listen to him better.

The rain had never looked so beautiful until he appeared on the frame.

soft hours.

「♪♪ ♡ 🌃 ♡ ♪♪」

~Kats, who lives in a place that could rain all month and because it has been raining so much got inspired (and also because procrastination is the king of good ideas to write)

ps. I seriously wrote this in 30 minutes without making any sound. I hadn’t written anything in months. I’m so fucking proud of myself.

[toplines]

『5 STAR』✩✩✩✩✩

June 2, 2023

[staykidss]

Hyunjin was just live on insta <3!

Video was recorded by me :3

[mulletlix]

See you next year! ♥ 찬이의 “방” Ep. 190 (x)

[faunandfloraas]

flowers from MinIN 💐

[astraystayyh]

if you had read the story of hind raghab, if you had seen the picture of the child hanging from a pole, its lower body shredded, if you had seen the boy carrying pieces of his brother in a body bag, if you had known the soul of my soul, the story of refaat, and the countless war crimes israel has committed just in 7 months then you wouldn’t stream the song skz is putting out with charlie puth, a zionist and overall bad human, and that israeli producer. you would send a clear message that zionism isnt welcome in any capacity in any medium and you wouldn’t want to fund people who support its hateful ideology. this isnt a matter of being a skz anti and im so fucking tired of people painting it as such. where do you draw the line for your morals?

[chanstopher]

actually going to play song of all time Insomnia at midnight instead and pretend she’s getting the single recognition she deserved

[stray-but-okay]

Can’t a man sit in his robe and eat his three burgers in peace?