theaufanartist
Aditi Roy. ๐ŸŒ™
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theaufanartist ยท 1 month ago
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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.
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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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theaufanartist ยท 1 month ago
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Oh, to have this๐ŸŽ€
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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theaufanartist ยท 4 months ago
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Andrea Gibson,ย "DEPRESSION [VERB]", Lord of the Butterflies
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theaufanartist ยท 6 months ago
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Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow?
I go meow, go meow, go meeoowww
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theaufanartist ยท 11 months ago
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Yunho, 24, from the beach Masterlist:
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theaufanartist ยท 11 months ago
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โ€œ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต?โ€
โ€œ๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ,โ€๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜น๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ด, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ. ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ป๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด, ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ป๐˜บ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด, ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ-๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข, ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต.
Jeong Yunho โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ
โ€œOoh, you better not put your hair up, or no cookies for a fucking week,โ€your sleepy, yet excited roomie Van threatens you, as you exhale a sigh. Wearing dresses wasnโ€™t your thing, especially dolling up for a person you didnโ€™t 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.
โ€œI know what youโ€™re thinking, and donโ€™t do that,โ€you 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, whoโ€™s now looking at you.
โ€œDo I look okay?โ€you ask, a little wary about your outfit. What if Yunho thought it was a little too extra for a beach and coffee date?
โ€œHe wouldnโ€™t think itโ€™s extra, woman,โ€she says, rubbing her face, now sitting upright, โ€œhe asked you out, for a date. You should look pretty.โ€
โ€œThanks, woman,โ€you say, wearing your shoes, โ€œIโ€™ll keep you updated for a code red.โ€
โ€œWhat the fuck,โ€she 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.
โ€œThanks for your support, bitch,โ€you 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 โ€˜Oโ€™, making you smile shyly.
โ€œIf he doesnโ€™t kiss you today, Iโ€™ll kill him myself,โ€she jokes, making your nerves relax momentarily. Going on dates wasnโ€™t 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.
โ€œNervous?โ€your best friend asked, making you nod at her.
โ€œDressing up for a date really isnโ€™t my thing, and this kinda makes me very nervous, you know?โ€you say, making her smile.
โ€œMaybe, itโ€™s not a bad thing, really,โ€she said, placing a hand on your shoulder, โ€œyou can call me, or Van whenever you feel like leaving.โ€
In that very moment, you received a text from Yunho.
j.yunho:Hey, Iโ€™ll be running late today-gotta go out of town for some business. Do you wanna wait till I come back, or reschedule?
You donโ€™t 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 donโ€™t 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. Iโ€™m coming in two hours, be ready. Where you at?
seyrtonin:At Uni.
j.yunho:Will drop by 4. See you :))
โ€œSo, what did he say?โ€your best friend asked.
๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝHeโ€™s picking me up at 4 from here,โ€you 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 wouldnโ€™t understand a word of it today, but โ€œignorance is blissโ€. Your best friend kept stealing glances at you, making sure you werenโ€™t 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.
โ€œHey,โ€he said, his tone unusually low and hot. So hot.
โ€œHow did you find me in,โ€you look around the library, โ€œhere?โ€
โ€œI made a guess,โ€he said, โ€œyou said youโ€™re socially awkward, so you wouldnโ€™t choose the most noisy and active part of the library, so,โ€he said, making you gawk at him in amazement. He smiled at your best friend, throwing a โ€˜heyโ€™ her way, then looks at you.
โ€œReady?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. Heโ€™s a keeper, your heart whispered, but your brain chose to ignore it. Yโ€™all started walking on the campus, none of you speaking a single word on your way to the car park.
โ€œThatโ€™s my car, by the way,โ€he 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.
โ€œYou alright?โ€he asks, making you look over at him. He stared at you, making you give him a small hum and nod.
โ€œSure?โ€
โ€œYeah.โ€
โ€œYou have any place in mind?โ€
โ€œNot really, to be honest,โ€you say, looking down at your closed, clammy hands, โ€œIโ€™m fine with anything.โ€
He looks at you, a look in his eyes so indescribable, that it left you queasy.
โ€œDo you not want to go on this date?โ€
His question threw you off guard. Were you being that careless?
โ€œItโ€™s not like that,โ€you start, trying to cover off your disappointment, โ€œitโ€™s 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.
โ€œDid anyone say anything about this?โ€he asked, his jaw clenching. He had a stunning side profile, and you could easily fall in love with that.
โ€œNot really, but a really gorgeous man like you-โ€
โ€œOkay, you need to stop saying that first,โ€he says, laughing. He starts the engine, after wearing the seat belt, and sets the gps to a restaurant of his choice, โ€œyouโ€™re beautiful. Me being gorgeous has nothing to do with the fact that you think I canโ€™t ask you out on a date.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s fair, I suppose,โ€you whisper under your breath, โ€œbut, uhm, I donโ€™t think Iโ€™m 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.
โ€œI didnโ€™t mean it in a bad way,โ€you said, fidgeting in your seat nervously, โ€œsorry, its been very long that I went on dates and I didnโ€™t really think what I want and this is all so sudden and..โ€ you feel his stare on you, โ€œโ€ฆIโ€™m ranting.โ€
You hear his deep laugh, and look over at him, only to catch him smile at you.
โ€œYouโ€™re really cute,โ€he says, โ€œand we are here.โ€
You look in front, and see something that confused you more.
โ€œThis isโ€ฆโ€
โ€œYeah, I might be Korean, but I love Italian more,โ€he said, making you giggle, โ€œno but seriously, this is my favourite place to dine in.โ€
โ€œActually, itโ€™s my favourite too,โ€you say, shyly, โ€œtheโ€ฆโ€
โ€œCarbonara 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-
โ€œYou should smile more,โ€he 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.
โ€œThere you are! Come over here!โ€he 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.
โ€œIโ€™m San,โ€he introduces himself to you, โ€œthis is my restaurant and this big baby is my best friend, since heโ€™s too deep down butt hurt that his date is staring at me,โ€he says, laughing at Yunhoโ€™s unimpressed face. San inches closer to you, and whispers, โ€œIf looks could kill, Iโ€™d be dead by now.โ€
You laugh at his statement, and muttering a small โ€˜see you aroundโ€™ to San, you join Yunho, whose eyes were fixated on your every movement.
โ€œSan is a nice man,โ€you say, as he continues staring at you while drinking water, โ€œhow long have you known him?โ€
โ€œFive years,โ€he replies, eyes moving away from yours. You hum in acknowledgement, your orders on the way.
โ€œDo you want to come over for dessert?โ€you ask, making Yunho look at you, one eyebrow raised. You realise that maybe the way you framed the sentence wasnโ€™t veryโ€ฆdecent.
โ€œI didnโ€™t mean it, in uhm, you know, uhm, I meant, I make very good chocolate chip pancakes.โ€
โ€œSo, youโ€™re inviting me for your pancakes?โ€he 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 youโ€™ve never fed those pancakes to anyone, except Van.
โ€œUh huh,โ€you say, trying to maintain the eye contact you couldnโ€™t maintain with him the whole time yโ€™all were together.
โ€œOkay.โ€
โ€œOkay?โ€
โ€œYep, okay,โ€he says, opening the car door for you, โ€œlead 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 โ€˜๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿผโ€™ when you sent an โ€˜I love youโ€™, making you chuckle.
โ€œSomething funny?โ€Yunho asked, making you wave a hand of dismissal.
โ€œLetโ€™s go,โ€you 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.
โ€œWhat?โ€you ask breathily, looking up at Yunho, whose eyes kept dropping at your lips.
โ€œNothing,โ€he says, his voice dropping an octave lower, his hands raising a little higher, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, โ€œyou have interesting eyes.โ€
You swallow, giving him a nervous smile.
โ€œI need to open the door,โ€you say, laughing nervously, making him smile, โ€œno pancakes otherwise.โ€
โ€œWell, now we donโ€™t wanna do that,โ€he said, making you let out a small giggle, โ€œlead the way, pretty.โ€
You open the door, leading him into the hallway.
โ€œNice place you have here,โ€he says, making you smile, โ€œnice couch.โ€
โ€œHaha, thanks,โ€you say, keeping your stuffs in your room, โ€œso, ready for some good, olโ€™ pancakes?โ€
โ€œLetโ€™s see what youโ€™ve got, Groover.โ€
You laugh at the pet name he gave you, and started assembling the ingredients.
โ€œSo, I assume your favourite colour is red?โ€he asks, making you stop whisking midway.
โ€œIs it that obvious, huh?โ€you reply, as you now look at him, continuing to whisk. He leans behind in the chair, now staring at you.
โ€œYeah, kinda,โ€he says, โ€œso, is it dark chocolate, white chocolate or milk chocolate?โ€
โ€œHm, itโ€™s a mix of dark and milk, why? You donโ€™t like it?โ€
โ€œNo, its all good,โ€he replies, surfing through his phone, โ€œhow long will it take for you to make those?โ€
โ€œJust 10 minutes,โ€you say, already have started to make those pancakes.
โ€œYouโ€™re quick, groover,โ€he says, now getting up from the chair, walking towards you, โ€œit smells good, too.โ€
The close proximity made your pulse upbeat, and your breath hitch. Did he expect something to happen? Maybe, sex?
โ€œThese pancakes are my comfort food,โ€you said, trying to distract your unwavering thoughts, โ€œso, I do hope you love these.โ€
โ€œI will,โ€he says, whispering in your ear, โ€œand honestly, I am starving for something sweet.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s almost done,โ€you say, laughing nervously, โ€œyou can go sit on the couch, Iโ€™ll bring them.โ€
He mumbles an โ€˜okayโ€™, 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.
โ€œWoo, that looks amazing,โ€Yunho compliments, making you give him the biggest smile you could give, โ€œIโ€™m going to devour it.โ€
โ€œI didnโ€™t peg you as a sweet tooth, Yunho,โ€you say, as you place your plates in front of him, and sit besides him on the couch. Yunhoโ€™s 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 couldnโ€™t get his brain to function normally.
โ€œAre you okay?โ€you ask, thinking he didnโ€™t 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.
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โ€œ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต?โ€
โ€œ๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ,โ€๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜น๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ด, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ. ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ป๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด, ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ป๐˜บ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด, ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ-๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข, ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต.
He licked that finger, making a hum sound.
โ€œI think, this was probably the best dessert I have tasted,โ€he said, inching closer to you, โ€œand I donโ€™t 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?
โ€œYunho,โ€his 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.
โ€œTell me if you want me to stop,โ€he 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 couldnโ€™t 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 didnโ€™t 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.
โ€œI like kissing you,โ€he 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, โ€œand this is my favourite part,โ€he 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.
โ€œYou have interesting eyes,โ€he said, making you smile.
โ€œNot the first time someone has said that,โ€you reply, making him smirk, as his lips find yours again.
โ€œI wonder where youโ€™ve heard it,โ€he says, his hands getting lower than your covered stomach, โ€œI want to taste whatโ€™s down, but I would rather save the date for the rest,โ€he says, making you laugh.
โ€œWho said weโ€™ll have another one?โ€you ask, stroking his hair, making him hum.
โ€œWell, since we both canโ€™t get our hands off each other, figuratively,โ€he says, his thumb stroking your cheek, โ€œI want to take you out, wine and dine, and sixty nine.โ€
โ€œDid you just quote Kevin?โ€you ask, laughing. He laughs on top of you, squeezing your waist, making you giggle.
โ€œWhat if I did?โ€he says, making you giggle shortly. You put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
โ€œThen, I would very much likely to wine and dine, and sixty nine,โ€you 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 Yunhoโ€™s eyes widened. You didnโ€™t wanna dare to look on the other side of the hall, but you did.
โ€œ-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.
โ€œYou were home!?โ€you asked, now looking over at her, as she dared make eye contact with you.
โ€œYeah, I was home all day.โ€
โ€œSo, uh, how much did you hear?โ€
โ€œUhm, the last bit,โ€she says, as she washed her dish, โ€œand Yunho, please sex her up.โ€
You look at her, trying not to cry. But what shocked you more was hearing the beanstalk agree.
โ€œOh trust me, I intend to do that in the near future,โ€he says, flashing her the most charming smile.
โ€œAnd, before I leave,โ€Van says, now holding a knife, โ€œyou better not fucking break her heart, or Iโ€™m coming with this to chop your dick off.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™ve got it,โ€he says, pulling you close by the waist, โ€œI donโ€™t intend to leave her soon.โ€
โ€œGood, cause she looks like sheโ€™ll pass out any second,โ€she says, as she sets to make a run towards her room as she sees you get ready in the chase mode.
โ€œYou bitch, come back-hey! Leave me!โ€you yell, as you feel hands around your waist, hindering your chase.
โ€œOkay, groover, slow down; you can kill her sometime later,โ€he says, making you face him, โ€œAs 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, whatโ€™s it gonna be?โ€
โ€œWell, I was serious too, when I said I want to go out with you, again,โ€you say, straightening the collars of his coat, โ€œwith the add-ons, if time and mood permits.โ€
He laughs and makes you look at him, his index finger under your chin, โ€œfine. Iโ€™ll see you next week, when Iโ€™m here. And donโ€™t blame me if I canโ€™t hold myself back,โ€he says, his lips finding yours in an adorable smooch. He hands over his phone to you, opening his keypad, โ€œthis time, weโ€™re phoning.โ€
You laugh, as you enter your number in his, โ€œis that even a word? Phoning?โ€
โ€œI mean, my autocorrect never autocorrects this whenever I text my friends, so should be one,โ€he 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.
โ€œSee you soon,โ€he says, โ€œdonโ€™t have too much fun without me.โ€
โ€œCanโ€™t guarantee that, mister Jeong,โ€you say, whispering, making him smile and leave a peck.
โ€œOh, if youโ€™re thinking of having fun without me, send a video,โ€he says, winking at you, making you throw your sock at him, as he swiftly avoids getting hit on his head, but catches it, โ€œand also, thanks for the souvenir.โ€
โ€œGive it back, Jeong!โ€you 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.
โ€œDrive safe, Jeong,โ€you say, as he sits in his car, โ€œI want you in one piece.โ€
โ€œAwe, look at you care so much,โ€he says, making you roll your eyes at him, โ€œdonโ€™t 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.
โ€œSee you, groover.โ€
โ€œSee you, Yunho,โ€you say, as he drives off. Maybe, giving him a chance wouldnโ€™t be a bad idea after all.
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theaufanartist ยท 11 months ago
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Merry Christmas to everyone โ™ฅ๏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 ;)
Remember, my dms are open๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝnever hesitate to text if you wanna talk๐Ÿ’
Enjoyโ™ฅ๏ธ
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theaufanartist ยท 1 year ago
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โ€œ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ?โ€๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ด ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด.
โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ด?โ€
โ€œ๐˜›๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ต?โ€
โ€œ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜บ?โ€
โ€œ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ,โ€๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ, โ€œ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฌ?โ€
Jeong Yunho๐Ÿ๏ธ
Trips to the beach have always been impromptu. But that gloomy day, it looked like fate had different plans for you.
โ€œCome back here,โ€you hear Joong yell after you and Woo ran towards the sea, afraid yโ€™all 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 couldnโ€™t hear you.
โ€œHe wonโ€™t be able to hear you from here, you buffoon,โ€Joong said, making Woo laugh.
โ€œHey, its better he doesnโ€™t know,โ€you say, making him roll his eyes at you, โ€œhe looks so pretty though.โ€
โ€œDo you want me to go upto him and talk you up?โ€Woo says, making your eyes widen, โ€œyou know I can do that right?โ€
โ€œBut, you wouldnโ€™t do that, right?โ€Joong asks, making Woo smile, โ€œshe doesnโ€™t need that now.โ€
โ€œWhat? She has a dry spell, and heโ€™s beautiful-they might as well talk and fuck-hey, ow! Whatโ€™s wrong with you!?!โ€
โ€œWhy would I fuck a guy I just met, you little shit?โ€you asked, threatening to bite him.
โ€œYou need to get laid, man,โ€he says, laughing as you pour sand over his arms and legs and t shirt pocket.
โ€œI donโ€™t need to fuck, I just need,โ€you say, sitting down next to him, โ€œI donโ€™t know what I need right now, you know.โ€
Joong wraps an arm around your shoulder, and pulls you closer to him.
โ€œItโ€™s fine if you donโ€™t know what you need. But, weโ€™ll be here for you to figure things out, okay?โ€he consoles, patting your head.
โ€œThanks mom,โ€you 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 yโ€™all were preparing to leave, you could hear Woo yell over to your side, and this time, he wasnโ€™t 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.
โ€œUhm, 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., โ€œI mean, youโ€™re 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 didnโ€™t 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.
โ€œYouโ€™re cute,โ€he says, clearly audible for you, making your nose turn pink, and your cheeks a little hotter, โ€œare you studying somewhere around here?โ€
โ€œYeah, I do,โ€you say, sharing your University name, โ€œwhat about you?โ€
โ€œI work in Seoul, but I come here to visit my grandparents and my friends,โ€he says, โ€œso tell me, are you into football?โ€
โ€œHmm, not really,โ€you laugh, as he waves at you in a dismissal way, offended, โ€œif I ask you if youโ€™re into Elizabeth Grant, will you say yes?โ€
He looks at you and smirks, coming closer and standing next to you.
โ€œIf I say โ€˜yesโ€™, will you like football?โ€
โ€œWell, depends, I might like the players, not the game,โ€you say, making him snort.
โ€œWell, then I like the singer, not the songs,โ€he said, making you raise an eyebrow at him. He looked like he realised what he said, โ€œexcept for Blue Jeans.โ€
โ€œExcept for Neymar,โ€you 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-
โ€œIโ€™m 24 years old. How old are you?โ€
โ€œGuess?โ€
He looks at your face long enough to probably end up guessing the wrong age.
And, he did.
โ€œ19?โ€
You laughed at it, because it wasnโ€™t the first time someone thought you were that young.
โ€œHell no, a little older than that,โ€you add, making him stare at you intently.
โ€œ22?โ€
โ€œNope,โ€
โ€œ26?โ€
โ€œHey! Iโ€™m not that old!โ€
โ€œSo, high or low?โ€
โ€œLower,โ€
โ€œ24?โ€
โ€œNo,โ€
โ€œ21?โ€
โ€œHigher-you know what, Iโ€™ll tell. Iโ€™m 23.โ€
โ€œDamn, that was the only one remaining,โ€he 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-
โ€œYou like staring, donโ€™t you?โ€he asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. You immediately look away, trying to not turn into a tomato, โ€œyouโ€™re a shy person. Itโ€™s 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.
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โ€œ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ?โ€๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ด ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด.
โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ด?โ€
โ€œ๐˜›๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ต?โ€
โ€œ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜บ?โ€
โ€œ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ,โ€๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ, โ€œ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฌ?โ€
โ€œI may be free,โ€you said, looking at the sea, โ€œmaybe.โ€
โ€œYou said โ€˜mayโ€™. So, you might be free?โ€he asks, looking at you, โ€œyour friend asked me if I was single. I said yes, and I wondered who he was asking for, because it clearly didnโ€™t look like it was for himself. When he pointed at you, the first thought I had was, โ€˜wow, sheโ€™s really prettyโ€™.โ€
You wanted to say something, but you didnโ€™t-because you didnโ€™t have anything to say.
โ€œSo, tomorrow?โ€
โ€œI guess so,โ€you say, making him smile, โ€œnot for too long.โ€
โ€œNot more than 10 seconds,โ€he says, winking at you. You couldnโ€™t hide your smile, neither what you were feeling at the moment-it was new, and you knew it was different.
โ€œInstagram?โ€he asked, before you gave him yours. He looked at you, and acted like heโ€™d throw your phone in the sea, but gave it to you.
โ€œWell, I am a nice person, who wouldnโ€™t have deserved her phone thrown, nor push you in the sea to retrieve it, because she canโ€™t swim,โ€you said, checking out his profile.
โ€œHow do I know that youโ€™re a nice person?โ€
โ€œMaybe, spend some time with me and find out,โ€you 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.
โ€œWell, donโ€™t be too shy around me,โ€he said, as you felt his voice getting closer to your ear, โ€œI donโ€™t 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 couldnโ€™t help but think how it would feel against your lips-
โ€œWell, I have to leave now, but weโ€™ll discuss the rest on text?โ€he says, looking at you expectantly. You nod your head at him, not believing what you were thinking.
โ€œSure thing,โ€you say, smiling at him, โ€œsee you tomorrow.โ€
He smiles at you, then looks over at your friends, who were busy in their own world.
โ€œAre they alright?โ€he 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.
โ€œTheyโ€™ll be fine,โ€you said, โ€œtheyโ€™re crazy lol.โ€
โ€œI can see the shortie being veryโ€ฆangry,โ€he says, making you snort, โ€œwell, Iโ€™ll see you tomorrow. And tell your friends I said hello.โ€
โ€œWill do,โ€you say, โ€œsee you tomorrow.โ€
As you walk back to your crackhead friends, who now knew that you had a date, you really werenโ€™t 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 wouldnโ€™t disappoint you like other men did.
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โ€œ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ?โ€๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต, ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ,
โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ,โ€๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ, ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ, โ€œ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ข ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ,โ€๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ, โ€œ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ.โ€
โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ,โ€๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, โ€œ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ.โ€
๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ต. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ.
โ€œ๐˜, ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฏ-๐˜ข๐˜ฉ, ๐˜,-โ€
๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต, ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด, ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. ๐˜—๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ.
โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ.โ€
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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.
โ€˜Itโ€™s 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 itโ€™s still the right one you entered in, even if you went there a million times. You saw the door number, 0710, right! โ€˜This 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.
โ€œYou came!โ€he said, taking you in a bear hug you seeked comfort in, a multiple times.
โ€œOf course I would, although a little, I mean, very late,โ€you kept blabbering, โ€œIโ€™m sorry, San-ah,โ€you said, lurching towards him again, throwing your arms around his neck, โ€œHappy Birthday.โ€
โ€œAwe,โ€he said, holding you tightly by your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, โ€œthank you, sunshine.โ€
โ€œUh, why arenโ€™t you angry or anything?โ€you ask, looking sceptical, making him chuckle.
โ€œYou want me to be angry at you?โ€
โ€œUhm, not really,โ€you 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 โ€˜cleaningโ€™ 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 didnโ€™t 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.
โ€œSo, before I forget,โ€you said, making Sanโ€™s 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.
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โ€œ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ?โ€๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต, ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ,
โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ,โ€๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ, ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ, โ€œ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ข ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ,โ€๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ, โ€œ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ.โ€
San looked happy, but his smile disappeared, so did yours.
โ€œDid you just?โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t-โ€
โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ,โ€๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, โ€œ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ.โ€
๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ต. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ.
โ€œ๐˜, ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฏ-๐˜ข๐˜ฉ, ๐˜,-โ€
๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต, ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด, ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. ๐˜—๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ.
โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ.โ€
โ€œYou do?โ€
He shifts the lump of hair from your shoulder, and tucks a stray one behind your ear, โ€œyes, dummy. Everyone knew but you. But Iโ€™m glad that at least Woo wonโ€™t sniff around you anymore,โ€he said, kissing you on your nose.
โ€œOh my god, was that the reason he kept throwing himself at me?โ€
โ€œYeah, and I kicked him right after you left,โ€he said with a pout, making you smile at the adorable baby man now you got to call yours, โ€œwell, now I get to call you mine.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s awfully corny,โ€you say, looking up at him, whosโ€™s a;ready sporting an offended look.
โ€œAhaha, youโ€™re the one to talk,โ€he said, now making you give an offended look, โ€œyou were thinking that first.โ€
โ€œAs if,โ€you said, well, how the hell did he even know? He pulls you closer to him.
โ€œWe can be corny together,โ€making you punch his sides, but hurting yourself, realising that he had been working out, making him giggle.
โ€œWhatโ€™s your plans then?โ€
โ€œHmm,โ€he thinks hard, making you squirm impatiently, โ€œmaybe just studying a bit, read the book you designed for me, you.โ€
โ€œWell, I was thinking-โ€
โ€œWeโ€™re back, bitch, and you better wipe that gloomy of your face because they didnโ€™t come- oh hey! We werenโ€™t so talking about you!โ€
โ€œI thought you didnโ€™t have plans?โ€you look at San, one eyebrow raised, making him chuckle nervously.
โ€œOh, he definitely didnโ€™t,โ€Wooyoung says, then realises your positions and gasped, โ€œYโ€™ALL KISSED!โ€
Hongjoong, who was behind him, looked at Wooyoung for further explanation.
โ€œHow did you even know? But hey, before that, did yโ€™all really?โ€he asked, making the kissy gesture with his fingers.
โ€œYes we did,โ€you both confirmed, โ€œbut, Wooyoung, what the hell!?โ€
โ€œWell, never ask how I know, cause I know,โ€he said, proud of his skills, โ€œwell, we should have dinner, cut the cake, and yโ€™all can get nasty as much as yโ€™all want,โ€he says, before leaving, making you both blush. Joong kicks Wooโ€™s butt, making him yell a โ€˜YAHโ€™, apologising to the both of you, motioning towards the door. Yโ€™all 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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theaufanartist ยท 1 year ago
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HAPPY HOSHI DAY ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿ”ฅ
Thank you for being born, HORANGHAE always!! ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’ซ all my luv!
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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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theaufanartist ยท 1 year ago
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at least theyโ€™ll be cellmatesโ€ฆ.๐Ÿคญ
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 up๐ŸฅนThe 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 isโค๏ธArt has always been my home, and always will be๐ŸŒป
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 mid๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝ
(Yes, that DOES INCLUDES STORIES, YALL, CAUSE THIS BITCH GOT A LOT OF INSPOS๐Ÿ˜ญโฃ๏ธ) Finally, my Tumblr will revive again๐Ÿ˜ญ(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 me๐Ÿฅน๐ŸŒป
Enjoy๐ŸŒท
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theaufanartist ยท 2 years ago
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์ด์   ๋‚ด๊ฒŒ ๊ธฐ๋Œ€ ํŽธํžˆ ์‰ฌ์–ด๋„ ๋ผ // Now you can lean on me and rest in peace ์†Œ์ค‘ํ•œ ๋„ ๋‚ด ํ’ˆ์†์— ๊ผญ ์•ˆ์„๊ฒŒ // I will hold you dear in my arms
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theaufanartist ยท 2 years ago
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HELLLOOOO!!! I finally finished the YunGi fanfic! I hope y'all love it๐Ÿฅบโค๏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 ๐Ÿซ  Anywhoo, not letting my intrusive thoughts win, and in any case, my elder brother lurking here, hey! I'm still the innocent kid istg๐Ÿซฃ
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