#zian's ink .ᐟ

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little did she know ⋮ kim woonhak ⨉ reader.

wc ; 500+. genre — small town romance, heavy pining, angst(?). cw .ᐟ not proof-read, short, open ended

 ㅤ  ⠀In a vibrant town nestled amidst towering skyscrapers lived a boy named Kim Woonhak. Woonhak was a passionate and determined young boy who had an undying love for the game of basketball. From the moment he picked up a basketball, it felt like an extension of his very being.

 ㅤ  ⠀And there was yn ln, a simple girl making her way towards the local basketball court, where the echoes of dribbling and the thuds of sneakers against the pavement filled the air.

 ㅤ  ⠀Before yn could even get a glimpse of the field of people on this basketball court, her eyes immediately fell on the one person she lets herself love, Woonhak.

 ㅤ  ⠀It was like her presence would always magnetize itself towards him. yn wouldn’t even try to get an inch close to him, but the universe isn’t really her best friend when it comes to him.

 ㅤ  ⠀like a routine, yn would just ignore him and act like he was never there.

 ㅤ  ⠀But little did she know he’d always notice her glow in every corner of the world.

 ㅤ  ⠀She would think that Woonhak was immersed in his game, dribbling the basketball with finesse. He had his eyes intensely focused on the court. Trying to focus on anything else but him.

 ㅤ  ⠀ Yn went to subconsciously pick on the skin around her nails. not like she wanted to; Woonhak was just too distracting. She didn’t want him to catch her ogle him like some weird girl. though admiring him was everything her eyes loved.

 ㅤ  ⠀The way his hair never failed to fall perfectly around his face, even if some stayed in the air like it was gelled up.

 ㅤ  ⠀The way his eyes would always glow once he finally scored a point, but even if he didn't, they'd always look like that.

 ㅤ  ⠀The way he smiles even if he oh-so-closely misses the net, keeping a humble air around his opponents.

 ㅤ  ⠀The way he’d pull moves, like it was the easiest and lightest thing he could’ve done.

 ㅤ  ⠀Yn loved admiring him in his most domestic and romantic moments. like she was watching her favorite Shoujo anime.

 ㅤ  ⠀Woonhak continued playing, his every move executed with grace and finesse. He was in his element, completely immersed in the game.

 ㅤ  ⠀But even with admiration, yn’s eyes remained sorrowful. ignorantly knowing he’d never look at him the same. the fact that he’d never notice how her hair falls. how she’ll always have a book of some kind in her bags. how a little trinket would turn her eyes into crescents. and how she’d love him with all of her.

 ㅤ  ⠀But little to her knowledge, Woonhak noticed the way she seemed to glow in the midst of everything around them. He knew everything she didn't even know about herself. And now, in this exact moment, he could sense the tinge of sadness in her eyes; he wondered what it meant and why she looked so sorrowful. If only she knew how he saw her, despite his best efforts to keep his feelings hidden.

 ㅤ  ⠀Woonhak silently wished he could let her know how much he noticed her too. But he didn’t.

 ㅤ  ⠀Not yet.

#~🎙: yippieee i did something longgg

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how i imagine the lost trio’s twitter accounts

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your soul is more beautiful ⋮ kim woonhak ⨉ reader.

wc ; 200+. genre — fluff & mutual pining(?). cw .ᐟ short, open ended

ㅤ ⠀“I knew you’d be here...”

 

ㅤ ⠀Before I heard his voice, I was previously sitting on top of a cliff. It had a wonderful view, and I would always come up here whenever I had something bothering me or when I just wanted to be by myself.

 

ㅤ ⠀Yet, like always, he’s here to add warmth to this cold night.

 

ㅤ ⠀“Why are you here? ”

 

ㅤ ⠀I say this as I separate myself from the city in front of me to look at another attraction, the most unique one out of the others. His eyes

 

ㅤ ⠀“I wanted to finally know what wonders you were talking about.”

ㅤ Eye-to-eye, I finally caught a glimpse of a new shining star. a smile from him, a smile I could see even if it was the dark of night with no moon helping me to see.

 

ㅤ All I did was laugh while he sat right beside me on the greens of the cliff. Just now, I could feel the grass beneath me tickle what it could reach. I was awake, aware of everything around me. Before it got out of hand, I looked away from him, trying numb my senses again—the main reason i was here in this cliff.

 

ㅤ ⠀“Beautiful, isn’t it? ”

 

ㅤ⠀ “Yes, but I’ve seen something more beautiful than this.”

 

ㅤ I could feel my eyes dilating as I averted my eyes away from the city. I was expecting him to still have his eyes on me; I wanted him to. but he looked forward. and like earlier, I could feel the wind blowing every strand of my hair now. Before some could get into my eye, I stopped it with one hand on my ear.

ㅤ ⠀ “like what? ”

ㅤ ⠀ Finally, his gaze was on me again.

ㅤ ⠀ “your soul.”

#~🎙: first drabble whatever… idk what to call it

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zian. they/she. 16. infp. slytherin. cabin 12. dead poet. oil pastel stained clothes. peter johnson luvr. driver #34's no.1 girl. matching teddy bear necklaces with woonhak.

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