#these two cannot last SECONDS without doing smth that makes me tear my hair out

[art-is-kayos]

Can you two stop

[withleeknow]

in exchange for a WT snippet, I can proffer this for the microwave https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeq3Murh/ 🫡 when the husband agenda crosses over with the rockstar boyfriend vibe also I just love seeing idols pursue their goals like “go little rockstar” indeed also this is the hottest thing he's ever done

foing back to our roots for a sec: new airport mimo alert https://tinyurl.com/2s38mae3 it's giving duality bc smth abt this look is extra extra adorable but also when + how did he get so buff overnight tf

SO MANY SKZOOS MY HEART 🥺🥺 do you have any BT21 babies in your collection?:) + TWO MORE DAYS JENNN! the way they simultaneously applied for paid leave THIS IS THE REUNION OF THE CENTURYY 💜💜

the microwave exploded wtf... what if i start watching en-o'clock and just fully bury myself in the rabbit hole... 🫠 this is awful onigiri i cannot have another boyfriend, the roster is overloaded and the microwaved exploded !!! but man every time i see him with a guitar i black out for a second...

AIRPORT MIMO 😭 i'm not saying that i spent a good chunk of my day yesterday staring at the pics and sweating through my eyes but... yk... i don't wanna talk about the boobs there's nothing there i refuse to look at them lest i want to yeet myself out the window

BUT I WAS JUST SAYING THIS LAST NIGHT

for some reason this look is just sooooo wt coded to me. maybe not everyone will see it but this is the vision in my head of them in the future in their happily ever after era lol. his hair is a little shorter than it is now in the fic... maybe they've moved in together at this point, some time after graduation... maybe this is him getting back from vacation or an internship abroad or smth idk... she's picking him up at the airport... she's pouty bc he cut his hair... i need to stop bc i'm getting ahead of myself bc this is wayyy into the future and you guys haven't even experienced their angsty era yet lol

SKZOOS MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BABIES. if you decide to get any skzoos for yourself, know that i am 100% with you 😭 i don't have any bt21 plushies (yet!) but i have a mang standee, rj and cooky airpods cases, and a tata keychain! do you have any? 👀

NOW JUST ONE MORE DAY ONIGIRI. LESS THAN TWENTY FOUR HOURS. FUCK ??? when i read that they'll all be there to welcome him back i almost cried. MY SEVEN 😭 oh my god i will definitely wake up tomorrow in tears when i see pics of them together. god i can't believe we're here onigiri we're gonna cry so much tomorrow 😭

also yesterday my friend sent me this and i just... [bursts into tears] fuck look at his baby maknae line and his rapline why would someone make this beautiful thing 😭😭😭

ALSO. here's another wt snippo for you hehehhe. i realized i don't have a lot of juicy snippos that i can post without essentially giving out spoilers lol

It's been about two weeks since you'd seen him, though the memories of that evening are still fresh in your mind - the evening of the group dinner, when he'd kissed you goodnight and left for his parents' house the following day. True to his words, he did send you pictures of the cats - ones of Soonie wearing a matching hoodie with him, a few of Doongie and Dori napping at the foot of his bed. There was an accompanying text - The kids miss you - along with a frowning emoji, and it made you wonder if what he really meant was I miss you.

[alabastertouch]

Catching the Right Time

Genre: Angst, fluff

Characters: Jung Jaehyun x Reader

Warning/s: None, I think?

Summary: Love chooses the right time, and by right time, meaning you are ready to face the bittersweet reality.

A/N: Okay, I know I said I’ll do requests once a day, and I’ll post a Bobby one right after this one, but this idea just suddenly came up! I will do the requests as soon as I can! Though, I’m closing the requests as of now, still I still have a lot to do, but I will finish everything in my inbox.

And comments about my writing (anything, as long as it isn’t malicious or smth) are well appreciated! Just hit the ask box!

Enjoy our cutie Yoonoh-nim! ☁︎

Jaehyun kicks the settled boxes as he gets in his new apartment, with another one heavy in his hands. He would have rented a flat, but it will cost too much, and it is enough that his rent is sponsored by his parents already.

Moving to some place new, especially when it is in another continent, gives him the ultimate chills. He gazes outside to see the hustling and bustling of a cold January morning in London. He gazes to the trees balding approximately two floors below him, wondering what’s in it for him for the next days to come.

His landlady, Mrs. Wesley, came by a few minutes later, giving him a hot cup of lavender tea and some cookies she had freshly baked. He almost swoons at the aroma of it, suddenly missing his mother’s usual baking schedules whenever he comes home for the holidays from the university.

“Ma’am, may I ask who my neighbors are?” He sips a little of the tea, testing its heat and taste. He finds it soothing for his throat, yet still way too warm to gulp. He blows on it a little to cool it down.

“Well the one next to yours is also a Korean lady! She has been living here for five years now, and she’s such a lovely, lovely girl,” she chirps, her accent showing incredibly due to her excitement. “Across yours lives her older cousin, also a Korean lady who married a man of our country. The missus does not want to live away from the young lady because she had bad cheese last year when she moved in here.”

Jaehyun’s still not used to the phrases of the British people, but he takes it that her next-door neighbor encountered a pitfall the previous year.

“Anyway, I’m chuffed for you to meet her! I’d tell you her name, but I’ll prefer if she introduces herself to you,” Mrs. Wesley stands up and prepares to make her exit. “Anyway, sweetheart, if you have any queries, just knock on my door downstairs, or just any of your neighbors, really. We’re a big family here.”

And Jaehyun smiles at the lukewarm welcome.

“I will, Mrs. Wesley,” Jaehyun accepts the invitation.

“Oh, and Jae, dear, just call me Auntie Jean. Everyone does.” Auntie Jean, as what she prefers to be called, waves before closing the door of Jaehyun’s apartment close.

He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the journey he is about to partake in a place where he knows nobody else.

But then, all of a sudden, his thoughts turn back to you.

The last time he heard, you’ve gotten a scholarship for a dream university of yours in a foreign land during your second year of college in Sungkyunkwan University, and him, not wanting to intervene in your plans, refused to know where you actually headed to pursue your aspirations. Your mutual friends do not talk about you in front of Jaehyun either, even though you keep in touch. Jaehyun declines to call you, and you do the same, because you two were victims of a horrible timing.

But he cannot deny the fact that even if his college years have passed, he has never looked at someone the same way he did with you. True, he was only 20 when you left, but you were, and still are, his muse and will always be. All his written scripts, productions, and directed films somehow have a inkling to you.

He stares at the only picture the two of you have; the one that Doyoung had to coerce both of you two take. You weren’t into PDA, and so is Jaehyun, that everyone got frustrated and took every touch of yours something to squeal over. Doyoung felt like he succeeded as a paparazzi when Jaehyun placed his arm around you and kissed your hair, perfectly as the camera clicked.

He smiles at the distant memory, hoping that it is surreal to you as it is to him.

“Are you sure your eating well? Do they have bibimbap there? You can cook, right?” Taeyong’s nagging is endless, and Jaehyun almost turns the call off the moment Taeyong begins spouting his worries. He appreciates the older’s concern, but he has a two-year-old to take care of and a company to handle. Jaehyun can hear the distinct laughter of Taeyong’s wife from the other line.

“I’m fine, hyung. Tell little Taejin that I miss him, and tell noona I miss her cooking!” Because he really does. He misses the crinkling of Taejin’s eyes whenever Johnny tells an awful joke and his Jennie noona’s savagery whenever she kills Johnny’s mood.

“We miss you too, uncle Jae!” Jaehyun hears Taeyong’s huff, which means Taejin must have probably jumped on his father’s laugh.

The knock from his door interrupts his phone call.

“Hyung, I have to go, but I’ll call you when I’m free, okay?” Jaehyun hangs the phone after hearing Taeyong and his family’s farewells, and he heads to the door to check who the visitor is.

“I heard that I have a fellow countryman in here,” the lady speaks in Korean, and Jaehyun somehow feels comfortable hearing someone speak his home language. “Hi, I’m Kim Hyunjin. I live over there.” She points to the door behind her with thumb.

“I’m Jung Yoonoh, but I go by Jaehyun. It’s really nice to meet you,” he offers his hand for her to take.

“Likewise,” Hyunjin grins. “And judging by you taking up your master’s, you’re probably the same age as my cousin who lives right next to you, so I’m a noona to you.”

“Ah, alright, Hyunjin noona,” Jaehyun chuckles. “Where is she, by the way?”

“Oh, my cousin? She had to go to University of London because she’s enrolled in her master’s as well. She went to fix some stuff for her enrolment. You’ll go to U of London as well, right? Auntie Jean said so.”

“Yeah, this upcoming term,” Jaehyun confirms. “It’s my third year, hopefully graduating. It is a little difficult to move for my last year.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can do it,” Hyunjin assures him. “Anyway, I’m here to invite you because my husband has a gig tonight at a pub nearby, and since you just arrived, I thought you’d want to look around. My cousin will be there as well, so do you want to come?”

Jaehyun is beyond surprised that he is not having a hard time coping, especially when he has people that empathizes with him. Hyunjin and her cousin must miss the Korean atmosphere as well.

“I’d be glad to,” Jaehyun takes the invitation.

“Great! I’ll knock on your door later when it’s time to go. It starts at eight, just fyi,” Hyunjin goes back to her apartment across the hall.

Jaehyun takes a seat on his newly bought sofa and loosens in relief.

So far, so good.

“Come on, it will be exciting!” You roll your eyes at Hyunjin’s constant pressuring about her husband, Harry’s upcoming gig, scheduled tonight. “Plus, the next door neighbor? Damn, girl. You’d totally dig him, and he’s coming with us.”

“I don’t have time to dig anyone, unnie,” you throw your school bag aside. “And besides? Can’t you just go with him? I’m tired.”

“No, you’re not tired. You’re lazy, and there’s a vast difference between those two,” she deadpans to you. “Come on! Dress up now! We only have thirty minutes until eight!”

“Fine,” you mutter before getting yourself up from the confines of your bed. Hyunjin pushes you in front of your wardrobe, where she has already chosen a sleeveless top and a high-waisted jeans for you.

“With you being my fairy godmother, I think I only need five minutes to dress up,” you point out as you take of your blazer to replace it with the flowy navy blue top. Hyunjin knots the lace of it to perfectly fit your body.

“There you go,” she claps her hand once. “Now, apply some makeup.”

You obey, because she is the older one, after all, and if you do not do as she wishes, you will never here the end of it.

Within ten minutes, you are already applying your lipstick.

“Hurry up, I’ll ask Jaehyun to come out now.”

You freeze at the name, because you are not expecting that at all.

“Who?” You want to make sure you’ve heard correctly.

“Our new neighbor? Jung Jaehyun.”

And you know now that you are so dead. Hyunjin knocks on the door three times, and you pray that Jaehyun has already forgotten everything about you, even though haven’t done so yourself. You do it just to avoid the embarrassment because you look awful right now, and based from Hyunjin’s accounts, he looks like a runway model.

When he comes out of his apartment, you find out that your cousin is right, and if college freshman Jung Jaehyun looked handsome, then twenty-five-year-old Jung Jaehyun still manages to capture your heart.

Unfortunately for you, he seems to still recognize you, and his tears well up upon catching sight of you.

He murmurs your name, and your cousin is puzzled when she emerges from her room. She stares between you two, then figures it out minutes later.

“Oh, uh, okay, well I’ll go there alone? Pretty sure Harry will understand, because you two have to talk.” And you’re positive that Hyunjin is just trying to escape the pesky situation.

You and Jaehyun end up on the couch of his still-bare apartment, without any words exchanged.

You play with the loose hem of your top, and Jaehyun just watches as your hand nervously shakes as you tug on the the thread. You have no idea what to say, and with his speechlessness, he does not, either.

“It’s good to see you,” he breaks the ice first, which he also usually does. You and Jaehyun were different even back then: he was the person who is friends with everyone, and you are the one who keeps to yourself and does not talk much. Somehow, Jaehyun didn’t force you to talk to him back then, and he just waited for you to open up. It took so long, that you only had you moments amongst yourself until you had to quickly fall apart.

You loved Jaehyun, and seeing him today, you think you still do.

But you are not twenty anymore, and you’re sure Jaehyun does not think the same way he did five years ago. Jaehyun may have not waited for you, even if you did anticipate the right time to see him again. He might have a girlfriend waiting for him until he finishes his master’s degree, and you might have been too late.

“It’s really good to see you as well, Jae,” you do not mean to croak it out, but it turns out that way. Jaehyun looks into your eyes, lost and looking elsewhere except at him. “It’s been too long.”

Too long, there might not be a chance anymore.

You never asked him to wait, and he never asked for you to wait for him, either. Somehow, you just assumed that would be it. If you and Jaehyun aren’t in the same page, then you two are not meant to be, after all. You’re not a big fan of destiny or any mushy stuff, but with Jaehyun, you hope you are the one for him, even if time was not fair to you.

“So…” Jaehyun is a straightforward person, and you tilt your head thinking what is taking him long to ask you what is in his mind.

“What? Just tell me,” you encourage.

“Do you…” Jaehyun takes a deep breath before giving it all out. “Have a boyfriend?”

Your lips almost waver to a smile after hearing the question.

“No, no, I don’t,” and you’re afraid to bring the question back to him, but you do. “How about you?”

When Jaehyun shakes his head, you almost jump for joy, but still, nothing’s clear.

“A wife, perhaps?” Jaehyun’s eyes widen at you, as if sirens just turned on boisterously.

“No!” He strongly denies. “I haven’t dated for so long, so no, no girls in my life. Just one.”

Now, it’s your turn to have your eyes all wide in question.

“She’s waiting for you in Korea?” You ask, though your heart is beating rapidly in worry. You lick your lips, trying to ease the nervousness.

“No,” he clicks his tongue. “She’s in London, actually. I waited five years to see her again. I hope she waited for me, too.”

You don’t stop yourself from breaking into a huge grin now, and you’re back to the college freshman in love with Jung Jaehyun.

Only this time, it’s a more mature version of the both of you, knowing yourselves before getting into a commitment.

And you have no regrets at all, because you and Jaehyun found each other after all. Even if it isn’t today, you will in the right time.