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Funny thing. My boyfriend of nearly 5 months now is my first real boyfriend, and my first real relationship. I've had crushes and fwbs before, but he is the one who truly is like a mate experience for me.
So, whenever I feel something along the lines of, "Maybe, he's better without me", or "Am I ever going to be enough?" Or "Maybe someone else out there will love him more than I can" or sometimes, when there are periods of doubts for me in this relationship (it's my first ever healthy relationship, and having read something like this in books, or the stories I've written, it's a surprise, a phenomenal sensation for me to experience for the very first time), he will ALWAYS text me, or video call me, and say "I love you". Like, for instance, if he's with his friends out there in a concert, or somewhere on a vacay, I'd feel that "Ah, maybe he might find someone more pretty and cute" but nah, he's out there texting me "I miss you", or "You know I love you right?", or for instance, send me pictures of things that's reminding him of me, whenever I miss him or have feelings of doubts.
This is when he went with his friends to Tasmania and he saw this flower, but he couldn't preserve it haha. It's like, he can read my mind in another dimension, and like me in another dimension knows how fatal this self doubting or anxiety is, or the feeling of self sabotaging is...and it's like, he's preventing it from happening, again and again.
So yeah, I know he thinks of me whenever I think about him. He knows me like the back of his hand, like his fingers never ran tired of tracing every inch of my body, or my fingers never failed to remember every inch of his face, his pretty moles and crinkles around his face when he smiles at me.
I think I have just met the love of my life.
"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."
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Oh, to have this๐
Too many of you are out here longing for the beginning and grand gestures of romance, but completely ignore the amazing point where the flame hasn't died, but is instead just a low, smoldering ember of love. Like yes, I've seen your body a thousand times, and kissed it a thousand more, but it still sends me feral. I've memorized exactly how you like your morning tea, and still feel me heart lurch for joy a bit seeing the enjoyment on your face. We've spent more time cuddling than doing practically anything else in the past year, and every curve on your body is ingrained into my mind, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm addicted to how you feel around me. Romance isn't just cutesy dates, taking firsts, and learning about each other, it's about meeting someone who still makes your heart beat faster when you've seen and heard them so many times. It's about being able to tell yourself "This person merely existing in my life makes me happy, and makes me want to be a better person. I don't want to live without them in it".
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Andrea Gibson,ย "DEPRESSION [VERB]", Lord of the Butterflies
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Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow?
I go meow, go meow, go meeoowww
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โ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต?โ
โ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ,โ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐บ๐ด, ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐น๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ. ๐๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ป๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐จ๐ญ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ค๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด, ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ง๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ป๐บ ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ท๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ, ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ข๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด, ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ-๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข, ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐น๐ช๐ด๐ต.
Jeong Yunho โค๏ธโ๐ฅ
โOoh, you better not put your hair up, or no cookies for a fucking week,โyour sleepy, yet excited roomie Van threatens you, as you exhale a sigh. Wearing dresses wasnโt your thing, especially dolling up for a person you didnโt really want to go on a date with. Your white dress, with tiny roses swivels around your thighs, as you huff and puff with your hair, finally deciding to put those tiny iridescent butterfly clips on both sides, your grown bangs swishing around your forehead, as you try to decide if this was all worth it.
โI know what youโre thinking, and donโt do that,โyou hear her groggy voice speaking from the bed, a small pout forming on your lips. You sit in the chair in front of your study table, trying to make sense of it all. Yunho is a gorgeous man, and maybe it was time you decided not to put yourself down under the weight of your insecurities. You were a smart, confident, independent gorgeous woman, with a personality to die for. Why on earth would you try to self sabotage? You look at your sleeping roommate behind you, whoโs now looking at you.
โDo I look okay?โyou ask, a little wary about your outfit. What if Yunho thought it was a little too extra for a beach and coffee date?
โHe wouldnโt think itโs extra, woman,โshe says, rubbing her face, now sitting upright, โhe asked you out, for a date. You should look pretty.โ
โThanks, woman,โyou say, wearing your shoes, โIโll keep you updated for a code red.โ
โWhat the fuck,โshe mutters, as you throw a pillow at her, making her throw it at your butt. You smile knowing that you had a person like Van in your life. She motivated you to step out of your comfort zone, push your limits in a good way. Sometimes, it just felt you lived with a teenager, but you loved her nevertheless.
โThanks for your support, bitch,โyou said, making her give you the middle finger. You laugh and text your friend that you were leaving for university. On your way, you realised that a lot of people you knew were turning heads to have a look, making you fidget in your place. Attention was something you hated, and this was a major I fucking know moment out of all the days. You saw your best friend waiting for you at the bus stop outside the Uni, and it was the most relieving moment you could feel. She looked at you and went โOโ, making you smile shyly.
โIf he doesnโt kiss you today, Iโll kill him myself,โshe jokes, making your nerves relax momentarily. Going on dates wasnโt really your thing anymore, just looking at a guy and thinking he was cute was it. Yunho became an exception, but nonetheless you were under an obligation because of your other friend.
โNervous?โyour best friend asked, making you nod at her.
โDressing up for a date really isnโt my thing, and this kinda makes me very nervous, you know?โyou say, making her smile.
โMaybe, itโs not a bad thing, really,โshe said, placing a hand on your shoulder, โyou can call me, or Van whenever you feel like leaving.โ
In that very moment, you received a text from Yunho.
j.yunho:Hey, Iโll be running late today-gotta go out of town for some business. Do you wanna wait till I come back, or reschedule?
You donโt hesitate to text, deciding to not let your dressing up go to waste.
seyrtonin:How late are you running?
j.yunho:Two hours, probs.
seyrtonin:Okay. No rescheduling. We go today, or we donโt go at all.
You see him typing something, but the bubble disappeared. And reappeared. And disappeared. What the hell was he typing so much?
j.yunho:Okay. Iโm coming in two hours, be ready. Where you at?
seyrtonin:At Uni.
j.yunho:Will drop by 4. See you :))
โSo, what did he say?โyour best friend asked.
๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝHeโs picking me up at 4 from here,โyou said, your heartbeat raced, making you a little queasy. So you did what you do best-ignore and avoid, by drowning yourself in your lectures, eventhough you knew you wouldnโt understand a word of it today, but โignorance is blissโ. Your best friend kept stealing glances at you, making sure you werenโt acting out of place, which you always did, but you were unusually calm, which worried her even more.
After what passed like hours, you actually forgot you had a date to go to, but your best friend looked up behind you and smiled, making you think that maybe she saw a classmate. You decided not to pay heed and keep focusing, but it all charred away when you saw who sat by your left side of the chair.
โHey,โhe said, his tone unusually low and hot. So hot.
โHow did you find me in,โyou look around the library, โhere?โ
โI made a guess,โhe said, โyou said youโre socially awkward, so you wouldnโt choose the most noisy and active part of the library, so,โhe said, making you gawk at him in amazement. He smiled at your best friend, throwing a โheyโ her way, then looks at you.
โReady?โ
You look over at your best friend, you gives you a reassuring look, and smiles. You smile nervously at her, and nod at him. He stands up, waiting for you to pack up, and does something that shocks you and your best friend-he carries your backpack over his shoulder. You look at him, trying not to grin. Heโs a keeper, your heart whispered, but your brain chose to ignore it. Yโall started walking on the campus, none of you speaking a single word on your way to the car park.
โThatโs my car, by the way,โhe says, pointing towards the white Cronolla. You look up at him, and then the way he was pointing at. You give him a pursed smile, but your hands were sweating furiously, unknowingly. He guided you to his car, and opened the door, waiting for you to put on the seatbelt, then walking on his side.
โYou alright?โhe asks, making you look over at him. He stared at you, making you give him a small hum and nod.
โSure?โ
โYeah.โ
โYou have any place in mind?โ
โNot really, to be honest,โyou say, looking down at your closed, clammy hands, โIโm fine with anything.โ
He looks at you, a look in his eyes so indescribable, that it left you queasy.
โDo you not want to go on this date?โ
His question threw you off guard. Were you being that careless?
โItโs not like that,โyou start, trying to cover off your disappointment, โitโs just, why did you really ask me out?โ
Yunho looks at you, and then looks in front, staring at the view of the gorgeous clouds.
โDid anyone say anything about this?โhe asked, his jaw clenching. He had a stunning side profile, and you could easily fall in love with that.
โNot really, but a really gorgeous man like you-โ
โOkay, you need to stop saying that first,โhe says, laughing. He starts the engine, after wearing the seat belt, and sets the gps to a restaurant of his choice, โyouโre beautiful. Me being gorgeous has nothing to do with the fact that you think I canโt ask you out on a date.โ
โThatโs fair, I suppose,โyou whisper under your breath, โbut, uhm, I donโt think Iโm looking for anything serious.โ
He looks over at you, and your eyes widen after realising that you were being very blunt, and possibly very, rude.
โI didnโt mean it in a bad way,โyou said, fidgeting in your seat nervously, โsorry, its been very long that I went on dates and I didnโt really think what I want and this is all so sudden and..โ you feel his stare on you, โโฆIโm ranting.โ
You hear his deep laugh, and look over at him, only to catch him smile at you.
โYouโre really cute,โhe says, โand we are here.โ
You look in front, and see something that confused you more.
โThis isโฆโ
โYeah, I might be Korean, but I love Italian more,โhe said, making you giggle, โno but seriously, this is my favourite place to dine in.โ
โActually, itโs my favourite too,โyou say, shyly, โtheโฆโ
โCarbonara is so good!โ
You look at each other and your synchronicities, and laugh. You stop laughing once you catch him staring at you, the same look he gave you in the library, on the way to the car, in the car-
โYou should smile more,โhe said, leading the way inside the restaurant. You smile looking down, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You follow him, and find him talking to one of the men behind the counter, laughing as if he knew him for a long time. His eyes finally find you.
โThere you are! Come over here!โhe makes the hand gesture of calling you over. You timidly smile and walk upto him. Your gaze drifts over to the handsome man your date was talking to. Yunho clears his voice to bring your attention back to him, making the other guy smirk in a non understandable satisfaction from your point of view.
โIโm San,โhe introduces himself to you, โthis is my restaurant and this big baby is my best friend, since heโs too deep down butt hurt that his date is staring at me,โhe says, laughing at Yunhoโs unimpressed face. San inches closer to you, and whispers, โIf looks could kill, Iโd be dead by now.โ
You laugh at his statement, and muttering a small โsee you aroundโ to San, you join Yunho, whose eyes were fixated on your every movement.
โSan is a nice man,โyou say, as he continues staring at you while drinking water, โhow long have you known him?โ
โFive years,โhe replies, eyes moving away from yours. You hum in acknowledgement, your orders on the way.
โDo you want to come over for dessert?โyou ask, making Yunho look at you, one eyebrow raised. You realise that maybe the way you framed the sentence wasnโt veryโฆdecent.
โI didnโt mean it, in uhm, you know, uhm, I meant, I make very good chocolate chip pancakes.โ
โSo, youโre inviting me for your pancakes?โhe asked, but you notice a slight smirk with that head tilt to the left. You find yourself biting onto your lower lip to contain your nervousness, because youโve never fed those pancakes to anyone, except Van.
โUh huh,โyou say, trying to maintain the eye contact you couldnโt maintain with him the whole time yโall were together.
โOkay.โ
โOkay?โ
โYep, okay,โhe says, opening the car door for you, โlead the way.โ
After giving him the directions to your place, you get down from the car, shooting a small text to Van, who in turn sent a โ๐๐ผโ when you sent an โI love youโ, making you chuckle.
โSomething funny?โYunho asked, making you wave a hand of dismissal.
โLetโs go,โyou say, making him follow you. As you reached your door, you feel a hand on your waist, making you turn towards the guy behind you.
โWhat?โyou ask breathily, looking up at Yunho, whose eyes kept dropping at your lips.
โNothing,โhe says, his voice dropping an octave lower, his hands raising a little higher, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, โyou have interesting eyes.โ
You swallow, giving him a nervous smile.
โI need to open the door,โyou say, laughing nervously, making him smile, โno pancakes otherwise.โ
โWell, now we donโt wanna do that,โhe said, making you let out a small giggle, โlead the way, pretty.โ
You open the door, leading him into the hallway.
โNice place you have here,โhe says, making you smile, โnice couch.โ
โHaha, thanks,โyou say, keeping your stuffs in your room, โso, ready for some good, olโ pancakes?โ
โLetโs see what youโve got, Groover.โ
You laugh at the pet name he gave you, and started assembling the ingredients.
โSo, I assume your favourite colour is red?โhe asks, making you stop whisking midway.
โIs it that obvious, huh?โyou reply, as you now look at him, continuing to whisk. He leans behind in the chair, now staring at you.
โYeah, kinda,โhe says, โso, is it dark chocolate, white chocolate or milk chocolate?โ
โHm, itโs a mix of dark and milk, why? You donโt like it?โ
โNo, its all good,โhe replies, surfing through his phone, โhow long will it take for you to make those?โ
โJust 10 minutes,โyou say, already have started to make those pancakes.
โYouโre quick, groover,โhe says, now getting up from the chair, walking towards you, โit smells good, too.โ
The close proximity made your pulse upbeat, and your breath hitch. Did he expect something to happen? Maybe, sex?
โThese pancakes are my comfort food,โyou said, trying to distract your unwavering thoughts, โso, I do hope you love these.โ
โI will,โhe says, whispering in your ear, โand honestly, I am starving for something sweet.โ
โItโs almost done,โyou say, laughing nervously, โyou can go sit on the couch, Iโll bring them.โ
He mumbles an โokayโ, making you release your hiked up breath. You wash the strawberries you had kept out, and cut them into pieces, placing them on top of the pancake stack.
โWoo, that looks amazing,โYunho compliments, making you give him the biggest smile you could give, โIโm going to devour it.โ
โI didnโt peg you as a sweet tooth, Yunho,โyou say, as you place your plates in front of him, and sit besides him on the couch. Yunhoโs eyes drop down to your hiked up dress an inch more above the thigh than it already was. He gulps, his jaw tightened, as he looked at the pancakes in front of him, and began stuffing his mouth with them. As he finished his plate, he looked over at you, and looked at how you looked like a cute chipmunk, in that dress that looked criminally beautiful on you, that he couldnโt get his brain to function normally.
โAre you okay?โyou ask, thinking he didnโt like what was in front of him. He looks at you, his cheek resting on his fingers, his eyes lingering over your lips, threateningly. You swallowed nervously, and dared to ask again.
โ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต?โ
โ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ,โ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐บ๐ด, ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐น๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ญ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ. ๐๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ป๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐จ๐ญ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ค๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด, ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ง๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ป๐บ ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ท๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ, ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ข๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด, ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ-๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข, ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐น๐ช๐ด๐ต.
He licked that finger, making a hum sound.
โI think, this was probably the best dessert I have tasted,โhe said, inching closer to you, โand I donโt feel like stopping.โ
He took the empty plate from your hands and kept it on the table. Every touch felt so electric, like you have never felt with any other boy, and it kept scaring you. But what if?
โYunho,โhis name falls out of your lips in a whisper, your breathing making it worse for him to contain himself. He takes your face in his huge hands, his thumb stroking your cheek in slow circles, making you close your eyes.
โTell me if you want me to stop,โhe says, but getting no response was a response, and he dove into his impulses, kissing you. For a few seconds, he got nothing, but you kissed him back, even more feverish. He pulled you in his lap, his hands grabbing your ass in heaps, and probably for the first time he felt grateful for having big hands. The kiss felt like you both craved it for a long time. You could feel him getting hard by the minute, but you couldnโt stop kissing. Your fingers roamed in his hair, making him moan in your mouth. You had to take a breather, but looking at his flushed face made you feel something you hid in the deepest part of your desire-and that was something more than this. He looked at you, cheeks flushed. He stood up, his hands still supporting your ass, making you gasp and giggle, which he found very adorable, and lowered you near the headrest, with him on top, and he continued kissing you. His hands went from your ass to stroke the side of your thigh, and his lips went down from yours to the sides of your neck, making you moan and gasp, till he reached your chest. He looked up and didnโt feel like stopping, once he caught sight of your breathless form. He moved forward, his face closer to you, scanning your face like he wanted to remember it forever. He wanted to have sex, but not now. Not like this. He wanted more. You opened your eyes, just to catch him staring right into yours.
โI like kissing you,โhe whispered, kissing your nose, making you giggle, and oh, he thought it was the most adorable sound he has heard in a while, his lips moving near the side of your lips, โand this is my favourite part,โhe says, his thumb playing with your lower lip. You look at him, making him smile that how can someone be so cute after so much sexy kissing.
โYou have interesting eyes,โhe said, making you smile.
โNot the first time someone has said that,โyou reply, making him smirk, as his lips find yours again.
โI wonder where youโve heard it,โhe says, his hands getting lower than your covered stomach, โI want to taste whatโs down, but I would rather save the date for the rest,โhe says, making you laugh.
โWho said weโll have another one?โyou ask, stroking his hair, making him hum.
โWell, since we both canโt get our hands off each other, figuratively,โhe says, his thumb stroking your cheek, โI want to take you out, wine and dine, and sixty nine.โ
โDid you just quote Kevin?โyou ask, laughing. He laughs on top of you, squeezing your waist, making you giggle.
โWhat if I did?โhe says, making you giggle shortly. You put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
โThen, I would very much likely to wine and dine, and sixty nine,โyou say, kissing him. He smiles into the kiss, and pulls you closer by your waist, deepening it.
You both separate when you hear plates falling. You look over at the table, seeing your plates in place, but as you look up, you see Yunhoโs eyes widened. You didnโt wanna dare to look on the other side of the hall, but you did.
โ-whoops.โ
You looked over at your traumatised roomate, her fingers holding her spoon tightly, as if her life depended on it, as she stared at her fallen plate. You pushed Yunho back, lowering your extremely hiked up dress, looking at him with scared eyes.
โYou were home!?โyou asked, now looking over at her, as she dared make eye contact with you.
โYeah, I was home all day.โ
โSo, uh, how much did you hear?โ
โUhm, the last bit,โshe says, as she washed her dish, โand Yunho, please sex her up.โ
You look at her, trying not to cry. But what shocked you more was hearing the beanstalk agree.
โOh trust me, I intend to do that in the near future,โhe says, flashing her the most charming smile.
โAnd, before I leave,โVan says, now holding a knife, โyou better not fucking break her heart, or Iโm coming with this to chop your dick off.โ
โYouโve got it,โhe says, pulling you close by the waist, โI donโt intend to leave her soon.โ
โGood, cause she looks like sheโll pass out any second,โshe says, as she sets to make a run towards her room as she sees you get ready in the chase mode.
โYou bitch, come back-hey! Leave me!โyou yell, as you feel hands around your waist, hindering your chase.
โOkay, groover, slow down; you can kill her sometime later,โhe says, making you face him, โAs much as I wanna see you kill her, I have to go and do some work, but I was serious when I said I want to take you out again. So, whatโs it gonna be?โ
โWell, I was serious too, when I said I want to go out with you, again,โyou say, straightening the collars of his coat, โwith the add-ons, if time and mood permits.โ
He laughs and makes you look at him, his index finger under your chin, โfine. Iโll see you next week, when Iโm here. And donโt blame me if I canโt hold myself back,โhe says, his lips finding yours in an adorable smooch. He hands over his phone to you, opening his keypad, โthis time, weโre phoning.โ
You laugh, as you enter your number in his, โis that even a word? Phoning?โ
โI mean, my autocorrect never autocorrects this whenever I text my friends, so should be one,โhe says proudly, making you giggle. You both get up from the couch, as you head towards the door. But before leaving, he looks at you. His hands make a move towards your waist, pulling in for a kiss.
โSee you soon,โhe says, โdonโt have too much fun without me.โ
โCanโt guarantee that, mister Jeong,โyou say, whispering, making him smile and leave a peck.
โOh, if youโre thinking of having fun without me, send a video,โhe says, winking at you, making you throw your sock at him, as he swiftly avoids getting hit on his head, but catches it, โand also, thanks for the souvenir.โ
โGive it back, Jeong!โyou yell, making a dash at him, as you chase him till his car in your slippers, only one ankle covered in socks. He grabs you, making you laugh, as he hands over your sock.
โDrive safe, Jeong,โyou say, as he sits in his car, โI want you in one piece.โ
โAwe, look at you care so much,โhe says, making you roll your eyes at him, โdonโt worry sweetheart. My heart and dick are for you to cherish.โ
You make a disgusted face, but that fades when he grabs your hand and kisses the back of it.
โSee you, groover.โ
โSee you, Yunho,โyou say, as he drives off. Maybe, giving him a chance wouldnโt be a bad idea after all.
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Merry Christmas to everyone โฅ๏ธ
Life update:I'm finally going back home after 10 months haha! I'm really excited and nervous, but I feel it's kinda normal haha! A lot of changes have come around, but I feel like they're good ones :))
I'm finally updating my Yunho story, aka, it's getting a part 2! It's under progress, and I'm likely to finish it within 2 days now! It's going to be slightly nsfw haha, but I think y'all will enjoy it nevertheless ;)
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Enjoyโฅ๏ธ
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โ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ?โ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด, ๐ข ๐จ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฆ๐ง ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด.
โ๐ ๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ฅ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ด?โ
โ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ช๐ต?โ
โ๐๐ฉ๐บ?โ
โ๐โ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ,โ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ, ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, โ๐ค๐ฐ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ?โ
Jeong Yunho๐๏ธ
Trips to the beach have always been impromptu. But that gloomy day, it looked like fate had different plans for you.
โCome back here,โyou hear Joong yell after you and Woo ran towards the sea, afraid yโall will cause havoc in his peaceful day out. You kept running farther and farther, till Woo follows behind you and picks you up from behind and threatens to toss you in the sea. You bite his arm, making him screech, and run towards Joong, who was just trying to stay away from the noisy lot of you. You had a dry spell in relationships for quite some time, and while you were enjoying being single, seeing couples made you yearn a sense of closeness with someone, other than your friends. While your friends were talking amongst themselves, you saw a tall guy standing next to the shore, his back towards you, but even from afar, you could tell he was gorgeous. His brown hair was rustled by the wind, and he looked peaceful. Like, he has never been at peace before. There was this weird surge of energy in you, because beach was your therapy, and you kept yelling him to come to you, even though you knew he couldnโt hear you.
โHe wonโt be able to hear you from here, you buffoon,โJoong said, making Woo laugh.
โHey, its better he doesnโt know,โyou say, making him roll his eyes at you, โhe looks so pretty though.โ
โDo you want me to go upto him and talk you up?โWoo says, making your eyes widen, โyou know I can do that right?โ
โBut, you wouldnโt do that, right?โJoong asks, making Woo smile, โshe doesnโt need that now.โ
โWhat? She has a dry spell, and heโs beautiful-they might as well talk and fuck-hey, ow! Whatโs wrong with you!?!โ
โWhy would I fuck a guy I just met, you little shit?โyou asked, threatening to bite him.
โYou need to get laid, man,โhe says, laughing as you pour sand over his arms and legs and t shirt pocket.
โI donโt need to fuck, I just need,โyou say, sitting down next to him, โI donโt know what I need right now, you know.โ
Joong wraps an arm around your shoulder, and pulls you closer to him.
โItโs fine if you donโt know what you need. But, weโll be here for you to figure things out, okay?โhe consoles, patting your head.
โThanks mom,โyou tease him, and he pushes you towards Woo, flipping you off. The weather began to get gloomy, and it looked like it would rain. Your gaze kept moving over to the guy you saw a while ago, rooted in the same spot. Your stream of thoughts were broken up by Joong who wanted to leave, because it looked like it would rain. As yโall were preparing to leave, you could hear Woo yell over to your side, and this time, he wasnโt alone. You saw the most insanely gorgeous man you have been eyeing from the sideline, wave over at you, and stood besides him was your best friend, smiling sneakily at you. You were awestruck to the finest, embarrassment creeping slowly on your face. Woo skip runs towards you, winking as he follows Joong, and sits away, after persuading Joong to stay for a while more. You close your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. You lift your head and look towards the gorgeous guy, who was now staring at the sea again. You muster up the remaining courage you had for the day, and walk towards the guy, who now tilted his head to look over at you and smile.
โUhm, hey, sorry for my friend but the way,โ you say, making him look over at you and smile. You realised that he looks more cute than being hot., โI mean, youโre really gorgeous,โ those words came out of your mouth way before you could stop yourself. He was really a stunner, and maybe he already knew it, and you didnโt have to tell him that. He laughed, and it was a really, really nice sound for you to hear, apart from the sullen waves crashing against the shore, drowning your feet in the coolness.
โYouโre cute,โhe says, clearly audible for you, making your nose turn pink, and your cheeks a little hotter, โare you studying somewhere around here?โ
โYeah, I do,โyou say, sharing your University name, โwhat about you?โ
โI work in Seoul, but I come here to visit my grandparents and my friends,โhe says, โso tell me, are you into football?โ
โHmm, not really,โyou laugh, as he waves at you in a dismissal way, offended, โif I ask you if youโre into Elizabeth Grant, will you say yes?โ
He looks at you and smirks, coming closer and standing next to you.
โIf I say โyesโ, will you like football?โ
โWell, depends, I might like the players, not the game,โyou say, making him snort.
โWell, then I like the singer, not the songs,โhe said, making you raise an eyebrow at him. He looked like he realised what he said, โexcept for Blue Jeans.โ
โExcept for Neymar,โyou said, making him smirk. You liked seeing him. You liked seeing his eyes twinkle everytime he looked over at the sea. You liked seeing him. You liked seeing him. You liked seeing-
โIโm 24 years old. How old are you?โ
โGuess?โ
He looks at your face long enough to probably end up guessing the wrong age.
And, he did.
โ19?โ
You laughed at it, because it wasnโt the first time someone thought you were that young.
โHell no, a little older than that,โyou add, making him stare at you intently.
โ22?โ
โNope,โ
โ26?โ
โHey! Iโm not that old!โ
โSo, high or low?โ
โLower,โ
โ24?โ
โNo,โ
โ21?โ
โHigher-you know what, Iโll tell. Iโm 23.โ
โDamn, that was the only one remaining,โhe says, seemingly annoyed by himself, making you laugh at him. You end up subconsciously staring at him, wondering how his eyes matched the colour of your favourite caffeinated drink-
โYou like staring, donโt you?โhe asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. You immediately look away, trying to not turn into a tomato, โyouโre a shy person. Itโs cute.โ
Before you could say something, you saw him, and forgot what you were supposed to say. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to counter attack, but nothing. He smiled at you.
โ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ?โ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด, ๐ข ๐จ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฆ๐ง ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด.
โ๐ ๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ฅ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ด?โ
โ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ช๐ต?โ
โ๐๐ฉ๐บ?โ
โ๐โ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ,โ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ, ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, โ๐ค๐ฐ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ?โ
โI may be free,โyou said, looking at the sea, โmaybe.โ
โYou said โmayโ. So, you might be free?โhe asks, looking at you, โyour friend asked me if I was single. I said yes, and I wondered who he was asking for, because it clearly didnโt look like it was for himself. When he pointed at you, the first thought I had was, โwow, sheโs really prettyโ.โ
You wanted to say something, but you didnโt-because you didnโt have anything to say.
โSo, tomorrow?โ
โI guess so,โyou say, making him smile, โnot for too long.โ
โNot more than 10 seconds,โhe says, winking at you. You couldnโt hide your smile, neither what you were feeling at the moment-it was new, and you knew it was different.
โInstagram?โhe asked, before you gave him yours. He looked at you, and acted like heโd throw your phone in the sea, but gave it to you.
โWell, I am a nice person, who wouldnโt have deserved her phone thrown, nor push you in the sea to retrieve it, because she canโt swim,โyou said, checking out his profile.
โHow do I know that youโre a nice person?โ
โMaybe, spend some time with me and find out,โyou said, as a matter of fact. He looked at you, surprise flickering in those brown eyes. You immediately looked down, your bangs covering your closed eyes, trying to keep in the cringe your body felt.
โWell, donโt be too shy around me,โhe said, as you felt his voice getting closer to your ear, โI donโt bite.โ
You looked up at him. His eyes were boring into yours, and that was when your eyes drifted to his lips, the first time ever since you both started talking. You couldnโt help but think how it would feel against your lips-
โWell, I have to leave now, but weโll discuss the rest on text?โhe says, looking at you expectantly. You nod your head at him, not believing what you were thinking.
โSure thing,โyou say, smiling at him, โsee you tomorrow.โ
He smiles at you, then looks over at your friends, who were busy in their own world.
โAre they alright?โhe asks, sounding concerned and weirded out. You look over at them, wondering why he asked. Woo kept running around, while Joong chased him with sand in his cap, trying to aim at him. You smacked your lips, and wondered how to explain the actions of a 24 year old and a 25 year old person.
โTheyโll be fine,โyou said, โtheyโre crazy lol.โ
โI can see the shortie being veryโฆangry,โhe says, making you snort, โwell, Iโll see you tomorrow. And tell your friends I said hello.โ
โWill do,โyou say, โsee you tomorrow.โ
As you walk back to your crackhead friends, who now knew that you had a date, you really werenโt thinking about anything but those eyes you seemed to have lost yourself for the past one hour, the butterflies in your tummy going wild with anticipation with the hope that maybe Yunho wouldnโt disappoint you like other men did.
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Hi everyone! I hope y'all have been amazing! Sorry for being so inactive, cause sem has been kicking my ass lately haha. Life has still been great, it's yeah, I think it's been amazing for a while now. I'll be back with a new story pretty soonโฅ๏ธ my DMs are an always open for y'all to text me! Stay hydrated, eat properly and stay warmโจ
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Hi everyone! Iโm back haha!
Happy Sannie Day to my fellow Atinies following me here! And a thank you to everyone in general for sticking by, because I honestly didnโt know how long it would have been for me to get back into writing, so, thank you! I promise Iโll try to draw and write more like this, so please wait for me like you did๐ฅบI forgot how much I loved writing, how much of a safe space it has always been to me in the past, and writing this small story, I realised how important it always has been of a part in my life-it has always been a safe space to me, and I hope yโall can find that in here, on this very account. Also, well, Iโm almost close to the end of my winter break, which really makes me happy hahahaha, because Iโm seriously bored, and also my roomie is back home in Vietnam, so I got the house to myself haha, but i miss her so much :( But well, that was it I guess haha. Also, Iโm listening to a lot of Taylor Swift nowadays, ever since she released her โFrom the Vaultโplaylist<3
Anyways, my DMs are always open, if you wanna talk about anything and everything. Iโll try my very best to come up for the solution of any problems you have, or be a lending ear for you; but never think youโre alone and going through something, alone. Iโm always here๐ซถ๐ฝ
Dress warm if itโs cold, stay hydrated both seasons haha! Thereโs finally hope for some good weather here in Wollongong haha!
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โ๐๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฆ?โ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต, ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ,
โ๐ ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ,โ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ข๐บ, ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ, โ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ,โ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ, โ๐ธ๐ฉ๐บ ๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.โ
โ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ,โ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐บ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ, โ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ.โ
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฐ. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ.
โ๐, ๐๐ข๐ฏ-๐ข๐ฉ, ๐,-โ
๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ฑ๐ข๐ช๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด, ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. ๐๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ด๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ.
โ๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ.โ
Choi Sanโจ
You were late-seriously late. You kept looking at your watch and kept asking people to move so that you could rush to the place you had to be in.
โItโs still the 10th, I can make it!โ You kept muttering to yourself. You had a bag slinging from your left shoulder, and even though you could feel the tug on a few of your hair strands, maybe heard a few snap break too, a little oiling later would probably make up for the loss. You ran upstairs of the building, checking twice if itโs still the right one you entered in, even if you went there a million times. You saw the door number, 0710, right! โThis was it!โ You thought, and waited a little impatiently for the door to open, and reveal a severely annoyed and pouty person you held important feelings for, but instead, you were welcomed by a brown hoodie clad guy in specs, looking calm.
โYou came!โhe said, taking you in a bear hug you seeked comfort in, a multiple times.
โOf course I would, although a little, I mean, very late,โyou kept blabbering, โIโm sorry, San-ah,โyou said, lurching towards him again, throwing your arms around his neck, โHappy Birthday.โ
โAwe,โhe said, holding you tightly by your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, โthank you, sunshine.โ
โUh, why arenโt you angry or anything?โyou ask, looking sceptical, making him chuckle.
โYou want me to be angry at you?โ
โUhm, not really,โyou reply back, sheepishly, as you follow him into his room. He still had the ugly lamp you expected him to throw away, after you both decided to get it from the clearance of TJ Max, but who were you fooling? That was San. He would keep everything, because he respected the feelings and the moments attached to those silly things. You smiled at the memory of it, and how everyone looked at it when San said, we can always clean it and change it and paint it, but did nothing except for just โcleaningโ it. Now it stood out like a controversial centrepiece in his aesthetically modified room. You never felt like a guest in his place, not because you were practically hanging out almost everyday, but the feelings that you were harbouring for him didnโt seem to feel out of place, either. You could feel eyes at you, when you realised San was staring at you from his desk, and patted on the seat in front of him.
โSo, before I forget,โyou said, making Sanโs eyes perk up, you handed over the sling back to him. He studied the bag curiously, which reminded you of a Siamese trying to figure out what to do with its plaything, making you smile. He opened it, and took out a book, and looked at you. You nudged at him to open it, which he did.
โ๐๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฆ?โ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต, ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ,
โ๐ ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ,โ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ข๐บ, ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ, โ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ,โ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ, โ๐ธ๐ฉ๐บ ๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.โ
San looked happy, but his smile disappeared, so did yours.
โDid you just?โ
โI donโt-โ
โ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ,โ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐บ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ, โ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ.โ
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฐ. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ.
โ๐, ๐๐ข๐ฏ-๐ข๐ฉ, ๐,-โ
๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ฑ๐ข๐ช๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด, ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. ๐๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ด๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ.
โ๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ.โ
โYou do?โ
He shifts the lump of hair from your shoulder, and tucks a stray one behind your ear, โyes, dummy. Everyone knew but you. But Iโm glad that at least Woo wonโt sniff around you anymore,โhe said, kissing you on your nose.
โOh my god, was that the reason he kept throwing himself at me?โ
โYeah, and I kicked him right after you left,โhe said with a pout, making you smile at the adorable baby man now you got to call yours, โwell, now I get to call you mine.โ
โThatโs awfully corny,โyou say, looking up at him, whosโs a;ready sporting an offended look.
โAhaha, youโre the one to talk,โhe said, now making you give an offended look, โyou were thinking that first.โ
โAs if,โyou said, well, how the hell did he even know? He pulls you closer to him.
โWe can be corny together,โmaking you punch his sides, but hurting yourself, realising that he had been working out, making him giggle.
โWhatโs your plans then?โ
โHmm,โhe thinks hard, making you squirm impatiently, โmaybe just studying a bit, read the book you designed for me, you.โ
โWell, I was thinking-โ
โWeโre back, bitch, and you better wipe that gloomy of your face because they didnโt come- oh hey! We werenโt so talking about you!โ
โI thought you didnโt have plans?โyou look at San, one eyebrow raised, making him chuckle nervously.
โOh, he definitely didnโt,โWooyoung says, then realises your positions and gasped, โYโALL KISSED!โ
Hongjoong, who was behind him, looked at Wooyoung for further explanation.
โHow did you even know? But hey, before that, did yโall really?โhe asked, making the kissy gesture with his fingers.
โYes we did,โyou both confirmed, โbut, Wooyoung, what the hell!?โ
โWell, never ask how I know, cause I know,โhe said, proud of his skills, โwell, we should have dinner, cut the cake, and yโall can get nasty as much as yโall want,โhe says, before leaving, making you both blush. Joong kicks Wooโs butt, making him yell a โYAHโ, apologising to the both of you, motioning towards the door. Yโall laughed, and walked towards it, but little did you know that it was one of the best days San could have, and that on his birthday, the wish he asked for in the morning came true.
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HAPPY HOSHI DAY ๐ฏ๐ฅ
Thank you for being born, HORANGHAE always!! ๐ค๐ซ all my luv!
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Thisโจ
How to Support Writers During the Scourge of A.I. Bullshit
Do
Interact with us. Talk to us. Reach out to us. Many writers physically write for themselves, but they share for others. To build a community and connect with someone, to learn from them, and to make a genuine connection through something they've created. Comments, questions, rambling tags, they all mean that our writing reached someone who genuinely enjoyed it.
Share our work. This does not mean repost, this means reblog and/or send the link to friends and other potential readers. Some writers may have negative experiences with their work being shared on other platforms (such as discord), but reblogging is almost always appreciated so we can reach a wider audience. Even if you don't have anything to say or comment, it will help.
Ask questions. Many writers are dying to talk about the creative choices they made, the word choice they fought with until they got it just right, the details they added just HOPING someone would notice it. If you wish you could get more context/detail about a piece, odds are all you have to do is ask!
Treat us like humans (because we are). Crazy concept, right? The thing that terrifies me the most about all this is the potential that we take humanity out of the arts. We replace it with A.I. until human creativity becomes irrelevant because it's more convenient and more profitable.
We are not robots making content for your entertainment, we are people sharing stories to make genuine human connections and share our passions. Stories that take hours, days, months, even years of our lives to properly craft. We practice and study and learn so that we can express ourselves skillfully. Even when done as a hobby for fun, there is heart and energy and time put into the final draft.
And finally, Don't
Use A.I. for anything. Because the more it's used, the more advanced it becomes. The more advanced it becomes, the harder it will be to discern a genuine human touch between an A.I. regurgitating what it's been taught.
In the end, this is a plea. I'm begging you. Do not give A.I. the ability to replace us.
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at least theyโll be cellmatesโฆ.๐คญ
inspired from this tweet : https://twitter.com/kojironanjo/status/1661772826897002507?s=61&t=AZTdj-udNXdGbpxMCt7oYA
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Not feelin 23 yet, but the game had to level up๐ฅนThe last few weeks have been pretty interesting and hectic at the same time, so no digital artwork; but I always wanted to draw this favourite pic of Yunho from Dreamer's MV shoot, so here it isโค๏ธArt has always been my home, and always will be๐ป
Also, I may go MIA in the last to first week of June because of deadlines and one first sem final exam, but I'll be probably posting a lot in June to July mid๐ฅน๐ซถ๐ฝ
(Yes, that DOES INCLUDES STORIES, YALL, CAUSE THIS BITCH GOT A LOT OF INSPOS๐ญโฃ๏ธ) Finally, my Tumblr will revive again๐ญ(insert Elmo on fire meme)
Till then, remember, my DMs are always open for everyone to text me & I hope this drawing brings you happiness, like it did to me๐ฅน๐ป
Enjoy๐ท
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์ด์ ๋ด๊ฒ ๊ธฐ๋ ํธํ ์ฌ์ด๋ ๋ผ // Now you can lean on me and rest in peace ์์คํ ๋ ๋ด ํ์์ ๊ผญ ์์๊ฒ // I will hold you dear in my arms
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HELLLOOOO!!! I finally finished the YunGi fanfic! I hope y'all love it๐ฅบโค๏ธ
I hope y'all have been doing great! I finally got the chance to make a Taehyung artwork!
Taehyung x Elle deserves not just a fan art, but also that man deserves a fucking blowjob istg ๐ซ Anywhoo, not letting my intrusive thoughts win, and in any case, my elder brother lurking here, hey! I'm still the innocent kid istg๐ซฃ
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