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I've been debating how to breach this topic for the past days, but there is no easy or practical way to bring it up. There is an ongoing genocide in Gaza- the world's largest open air prison, as described by U.N. officials and activists. Nearly 2500 Palestinians have been killed in the course of past few days, including women and nearly 700 children. 700. Israel urged Palestinians to leave the Gaza stripe (even though they have nowhere to go to) only to bomb their "safe" exit routes. Entire civilian neighborhoods and hospitals are being targeted by Israel, and they are threatening to cut off the water and electricity in Gaza as well, turning the few running hospitals left to cemeteries.

Palestinians children are writing their names on their palms so people would recognize them, in case they end up being killed by Israel forces. Palestinians are writing their goodbye messages on social media because they aren't sure they'd still be alive tomorrow. There is so much atrocity going on, so many war crimes that the west have deemed reasonable because those are Palestinian lives that are taken, because Palestinians lives aren't as important as western ones, because international law doesn't apply when it comes to Palestinians.

it is unsettling and uncomfortable to watch these images of war, of beheaded children being carried by fellow civilians, of ambulance drivers falling to the ground from the horror of that they've witnessed, of cries of babies who are suddenly orphans, who have never known anything but violence and murder. But this is the reality of Palestinians, as it has been for the past decades. Please, I urge you, educate yourself on the ongoing conflict. There is no hard choice, there are no nuances that you need to take into consideration, there are no 'buts'. There is a colonization, an ethnical cleansing, a genocide, and Palestinians aren't the instigators of it. They are the ones paying the price.

Standing up for Palestine doesn't mean you are anti-jew, the proof is there are a lot of Jewish people standing with the Palestine cause, because they recognize the atrocities committed by the Israeli government. There were no "40 beheaded babies" by Hamas, this was a false information, consciously perpetuated by Israel then the USA so they'd be able to attack Palestine with a "reasonable" motive, only backtracking on it when the damage was already done. There aren't two sides. There is only one true side and it's Palestine.

+ u just have to click this link and the revenue generated by traction in this website will be donated to Palestine! it's only one click per day please do it

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Some messages left by queer Palestinians who face annihilation by the Israeli government in their retaliation against Hamas. The Israeli government has dropped thousand of bombs, leveled streets, cut off water, gas, and electricity, bombed hospitals, ambulances, mandated evacuation and then bomb evacuees. Innocent people are dying in the mass.

There is no need for this government to employ these acts of collective punishment. The same logic that is used to condemn the acts of Hamas, should be used to condemn the actions of the Israeli government. No one deserves to slaughtered and dehumanized.

And keep in mind, that this terror is not unusual for the Palestinian people, and this is another horrific event in a decades long oppression and apartheid.

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MINSUNG DUET FOR SKZ RECORD LIFE IS GOOD AGAIN

#I'M SO HAPPY I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A MINSUNG RECORD FOR SO FUCKING LONG #I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A MINHO RECORD FOR SO LONG LIFE IS SO VERY GOOD #Crystal rants

[fantastic-bby]

Pairing: Reader x Minho

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: Angst | Brother's Best Friend type thing | Non-Idol AU | Breakup AU | Twin Brother!Felix

Plans don't go the way you hoped and you think it's better to be the asshole in the break up for his sake.

Masterlist

[6:40]

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” Minho huffs upon hearing your rushed footsteps kicking through the smooth, fine, sand. 

He doesn’t make much effort to look away from the ocean even when you mutter an apology, gaze completely fixated to the movement of the waves crashing along and taking in the rhythm that it naturally creates. 

Shoes neatly placed beside him, Minho has his legs extended to let the cold water just wash onto his bare feet and calves. 

“Overslept,” you say and sit beside him, your own shoes tossed haphazardly beside you to mimic the zen-like position that Minho seems to have put himself in. “When I got downstairs, Felix freaked out and thought that I was a ghost, so he dropped his glass and we had to clean it up.”

“You’re brother’s strange,” Minho states plainly. 

“I know.” 

Once comfortable on the sand with the water splashing over your legs, you close your eyes and lean backwards with your hands holding you up. 

You’ve known Minho for a few years. He moved to Sydney while you were still in high school and quickly became acquainted with your twin brother after meeting for the first time in the school’s dance club. 

Not long after that, he became a regular at your house; spending weekends over playing video games or dragging you and Felix out to get McDonald’s because he was hungry. Most nights, though, Minho would try to drag only you out to watch the sunrise at the beach not that far away from the neighbourhood. 

The spot soon became somewhat of a date spot for the two of you. The first time he confessed to you was while you were watching the sunrise, when he asked you out, it was at the beach—the first time you gathered the courage to kiss Minho was with the waves crashing behind you like some romantic scene straight out of a drama. 

And even after Minho graduated high school and went into university, he still kept his promise of meeting you at the beach almost everyday. It was as if that specific spot on the shoreline was just your place; somewhere that only the two of you shared. 

To say that Felix was shocked—and mildly horrified—when he accidentally found the two of you in the middle of a date was an understatement. Your, typically, sweet and sunshine brother had almost gone berserk, calling Minho ‘half a rat’s ass because I’m going to find the rest of the rat and make you whole again’. 

Yeah… it didn’t entirely make sense… but the rage was oddly reassuring to you because at least you knew that he had your back. What wasn’t reassuring was the way Felix chased him around the parking lot of the mall for almost an hour, calling Minho all kinds of profanities for even thinking of touching his beloved ‘baby’ twin—because he was born a minute earlier. 

The moment’s quiet, serene, as the two of you bask in the comfort of each other’s presence. Your eyes are closed as you lean back on your arms and just take in the beach through every once of your senses; the cold water on legs, the fine sand on your skin, the smell of the beach, and the taste of salt that lingers in the air.

“I’m going back to Korea in three months.”

And your heart drops. 

But you can’t say you’re entirely surprised. 

“I thought you said you were coming to London with Felix and I,” you claim, turning to him. 

“Yeah, but…” Minho trails off, letting out a sigh. “We all knew I was still considering it. I need to go back, (Y/n). But that means that you’re coming with, right?” 

He turns to look at you, hopeful. You made a promise saying that wherever he goes, you’d go, too. That included in his decision of whether or not he would go to London or back to Seoul to finish his final year. 

But you realised your mistake in making that promise because if you followed Minho to Seoul for university, Felix would have to learn to figure out the challenges of university and a new country all on his own. You can’t find it in yourself to leave him alone in a place so unfamiliar despite knowing that he’s a tough cookie. 

Nothing can take down Lee Felix; the man with a heart of gold and a mentality basically built out of steel.

Minho knows that, which is why he wasn’t too surprised when you promised that you would come with him. 

“Right… (Y/n)?” 

 “I—” you cut yourself off and let out a loud sigh of frustration. “You can’t make me choose between you and my brother, Minho,” you say harshly. “I made that promise under the assumption that we would be going to the same place together—the three of us.”

Shock completely paints his features, eyebrows knitting together in disbelief and lips parted. This is the first time that you’ve ever spoken to him this harshly and even you know that.

“You can’t be fucking serious right now,” Minho mutters. “I’m not making you choose. You made the decision on your own—you promised.” 

“Yeah! So, I did!” you laugh bitterly. “I’m sorry. I was under the impression that we would’ve gone to London anyway.” 

“That’s not fucking fair. You knew that I was torn between going home and going to London. You can’t just pull this shit out of nowhere—do you know how insane you sound right now? You lied to me because you ‘assumed that we were all going to London’? Be fucking realistic, (Y/n),” he scoffs.  

“Oh, come on, Minho. Did you really expect that I’d follow you? Felix would be all alone in London! I can’t just leave him!”

“He’ll fucking survive, (Y/n)! He’s not a child—he’s a grown man for fuck’s sake!” 

“He’s still my brother!” 

“I—” Minho quickly cuts himself off and takes a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he sighs shakily. “You know what? I can’t have this conversation right now” he mutters while shaking his head and standing. He grabs his shoes from beside him and stands, “let’s talk about this later. When we’re calm.”

His effort in still trying to stay calm in order to not accidentally hurt you makes you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to desperately try and stop the tears from breaking through. But you take a deep breath to compose yourself and re-open your eyes. 

“We’re over,” you say, trying your best to stay as emotionless as possible, it’s for the best; you think. This way Minho would have a reason to not love you anymore. 

He’ll move on faster. 

The statement makes Minho halt in the middle of brushing sand off of his pants and he looks at you in disbelief, hurt completely painting his features. 

“Is that really how you want to end this? You’re just throwing away those years like it was nothing?” His voice has lowered to a whisper, as though the very thought of it is cursed to say aloud. When you don’t say anything or even turn to look at him, Minho’s voice becomes more pained, “we can talk about this—l-like we always have. Come on…” 

He doesn’t make any attempt to get closer, nor does he actually say anything else. All Minho does is stare; eyes boring into the back of your head as you maintain the appearance and stare at the horizon. 

“Okay,” he finally says, voice cracking. “If that’s what you want, then okay. Just… if you wanna talk about it in the morning, I’ll still be waiting.” 

The way Minho’s voice shakes, the strain in his words, right before his footsteps drag through the sand until they become more distant is enough to have you squeezing your eyes shut and letting the tears start to roll. 

And when the Sun starts to peak over the horizon, you can’t stop yourself from sobbing at what you’ve just done. 

#Rb

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Pairing: Reader x Minho

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: Angst | Brother's Best Friend type thing | Non-Idol AU | Breakup AU | Twin Brother!Felix

Plans don't go the way you hoped and you think it's better to be the asshole in the break up for his sake.

Masterlist

[6:40]

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” Minho huffs upon hearing your rushed footsteps kicking through the smooth, fine, sand. 

He doesn’t make much effort to look away from the ocean even when you mutter an apology, gaze completely fixated to the movement of the waves crashing along and taking in the rhythm that it naturally creates. 

Shoes neatly placed beside him, Minho has his legs extended to let the cold water just wash onto his bare feet and calves. 

“Overslept,” you say and sit beside him, your own shoes tossed haphazardly beside you to mimic the zen-like position that Minho seems to have put himself in. “When I got downstairs, Felix freaked out and thought that I was a ghost, so he dropped his glass and we had to clean it up.”

“You’re brother’s strange,” Minho states plainly. 

“I know.” 

Once comfortable on the sand with the water splashing over your legs, you close your eyes and lean backwards with your hands holding you up. 

You’ve known Minho for a few years. He moved to Sydney while you were still in high school and quickly became acquainted with your twin brother after meeting for the first time in the school’s dance club. 

Not long after that, he became a regular at your house; spending weekends over playing video games or dragging you and Felix out to get McDonald’s because he was hungry. Most nights, though, Minho would try to drag only you out to watch the sunrise at the beach not that far away from the neighbourhood. 

The spot soon became somewhat of a date spot for the two of you. The first time he confessed to you was while you were watching the sunrise, when he asked you out, it was at the beach—the first time you gathered the courage to kiss Minho was with the waves crashing behind you like some romantic scene straight out of a drama. 

And even after Minho graduated high school and went into university, he still kept his promise of meeting you at the beach almost everyday. It was as if that specific spot on the shoreline was just your place; somewhere that only the two of you shared. 

To say that Felix was shocked—and mildly horrified—when he accidentally found the two of you in the middle of a date was an understatement. Your, typically, sweet and sunshine brother had almost gone berserk, calling Minho ‘half a rat’s ass because I’m going to find the rest of the rat and make you whole again’. 

Yeah… it didn’t entirely make sense… but the rage was oddly reassuring to you because at least you knew that he had your back. What wasn’t reassuring was the way Felix chased him around the parking lot of the mall for almost an hour, calling Minho all kinds of profanities for even thinking of touching his beloved ‘baby’ twin—because he was born a minute earlier. 

The moment’s quiet, serene, as the two of you bask in the comfort of each other’s presence. Your eyes are closed as you lean back on your arms and just take in the beach through every once of your senses; the cold water on legs, the fine sand on your skin, the smell of the beach, and the taste of salt that lingers in the air.

“I’m going back to Korea in three months.”

And your heart drops. 

But you can’t say you’re entirely surprised. 

“I thought you said you were coming to London with Felix and I,” you claim, turning to him. 

“Yeah, but…” Minho trails off, letting out a sigh. “We all knew I was still considering it. I need to go back, (Y/n). But that means that you’re coming with, right?” 

He turns to look at you, hopeful. You made a promise saying that wherever he goes, you’d go, too. That included in his decision of whether or not he would go to London or back to Seoul to finish his final year. 

But you realised your mistake in making that promise because if you followed Minho to Seoul for university, Felix would have to learn to figure out the challenges of university and a new country all on his own. You can’t find it in yourself to leave him alone in a place so unfamiliar despite knowing that he’s a tough cookie. 

Nothing can take down Lee Felix; the man with a heart of gold and a mentality basically built out of steel.

Minho knows that, which is why he wasn’t too surprised when you promised that you would come with him. 

“Right… (Y/n)?” 

 “I—” you cut yourself off and let out a loud sigh of frustration. “You can’t make me choose between you and my brother, Minho,” you say harshly. “I made that promise under the assumption that we would be going to the same place together—the three of us.”

Shock completely paints his features, eyebrows knitting together in disbelief and lips parted. This is the first time that you’ve ever spoken to him this harshly and even you know that.

“You can’t be fucking serious right now,” Minho mutters. “I’m not making you choose. You made the decision on your own—you promised.” 

“Yeah! So, I did!” you laugh bitterly. “I’m sorry. I was under the impression that we would’ve gone to London anyway.” 

“That’s not fucking fair. You knew that I was torn between going home and going to London. You can’t just pull this shit out of nowhere—do you know how insane you sound right now? You lied to me because you ‘assumed that we were all going to London’? Be fucking realistic, (Y/n),” he scoffs.  

“Oh, come on, Minho. Did you really expect that I’d follow you? Felix would be all alone in London! I can’t just leave him!”

“He’ll fucking survive, (Y/n)! He’s not a child—he’s a grown man for fuck’s sake!” 

“He’s still my brother!” 

“I—” Minho quickly cuts himself off and takes a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he sighs shakily. “You know what? I can’t have this conversation right now” he mutters while shaking his head and standing. He grabs his shoes from beside him and stands, “let’s talk about this later. When we’re calm.”

His effort in still trying to stay calm in order to not accidentally hurt you makes you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to desperately try and stop the tears from breaking through. But you take a deep breath to compose yourself and re-open your eyes. 

“We’re over,” you say, trying your best to stay as emotionless as possible, it’s for the best; you think. This way Minho would have a reason to not love you anymore. 

He’ll move on faster. 

The statement makes Minho halt in the middle of brushing sand off of his pants and he looks at you in disbelief, hurt completely painting his features. 

“Is that really how you want to end this? You’re just throwing away those years like it was nothing?” His voice has lowered to a whisper, as though the very thought of it is cursed to say aloud. When you don’t say anything or even turn to look at him, Minho’s voice becomes more pained, “we can talk about this—l-like we always have. Come on…” 

He doesn’t make any attempt to get closer, nor does he actually say anything else. All Minho does is stare; eyes boring into the back of your head as you maintain the appearance and stare at the horizon. 

“Okay,” he finally says, voice cracking. “If that’s what you want, then okay. Just… if you wanna talk about it in the morning, I’ll still be waiting.” 

The way Minho’s voice shakes, the strain in his words, right before his footsteps drag through the sand until they become more distant is enough to have you squeezing your eyes shut and letting the tears start to roll. 

And when the Sun starts to peak over the horizon, you can’t stop yourself from sobbing at what you’ve just done. 

#rb

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Pairing: Reader x Minho

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: Angst | Brother's Best Friend type thing | Non-Idol AU | Breakup AU | Twin Brother!Felix

Plans don't go the way you hoped and you think it's better to be the asshole in the break up for his sake.

Masterlist

[6:40]

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” Minho huffs upon hearing your rushed footsteps kicking through the smooth, fine, sand. 

He doesn’t make much effort to look away from the ocean even when you mutter an apology, gaze completely fixated to the movement of the waves crashing along and taking in the rhythm that it naturally creates. 

Shoes neatly placed beside him, Minho has his legs extended to let the cold water just wash onto his bare feet and calves. 

“Overslept,” you say and sit beside him, your own shoes tossed haphazardly beside you to mimic the zen-like position that Minho seems to have put himself in. “When I got downstairs, Felix freaked out and thought that I was a ghost, so he dropped his glass and we had to clean it up.”

“You’re brother’s strange,” Minho states plainly. 

“I know.” 

Once comfortable on the sand with the water splashing over your legs, you close your eyes and lean backwards with your hands holding you up. 

You’ve known Minho for a few years. He moved to Sydney while you were still in high school and quickly became acquainted with your twin brother after meeting for the first time in the school’s dance club. 

Not long after that, he became a regular at your house; spending weekends over playing video games or dragging you and Felix out to get McDonald’s because he was hungry. Most nights, though, Minho would try to drag only you out to watch the sunrise at the beach not that far away from the neighbourhood. 

The spot soon became somewhat of a date spot for the two of you. The first time he confessed to you was while you were watching the sunrise, when he asked you out, it was at the beach—the first time you gathered the courage to kiss Minho was with the waves crashing behind you like some romantic scene straight out of a drama. 

And even after Minho graduated high school and went into university, he still kept his promise of meeting you at the beach almost everyday. It was as if that specific spot on the shoreline was just your place; somewhere that only the two of you shared. 

To say that Felix was shocked—and mildly horrified—when he accidentally found the two of you in the middle of a date was an understatement. Your, typically, sweet and sunshine brother had almost gone berserk, calling Minho ‘half a rat’s ass because I’m going to find the rest of the rat and make you whole again’. 

Yeah… it didn’t entirely make sense… but the rage was oddly reassuring to you because at least you knew that he had your back. What wasn’t reassuring was the way Felix chased him around the parking lot of the mall for almost an hour, calling Minho all kinds of profanities for even thinking of touching his beloved ‘baby’ twin—because he was born a minute earlier. 

The moment’s quiet, serene, as the two of you bask in the comfort of each other’s presence. Your eyes are closed as you lean back on your arms and just take in the beach through every once of your senses; the cold water on legs, the fine sand on your skin, the smell of the beach, and the taste of salt that lingers in the air.

“I’m going back to Korea in three months.”

And your heart drops. 

But you can’t say you’re entirely surprised. 

“I thought you said you were coming to London with Felix and I,” you claim, turning to him. 

“Yeah, but…” Minho trails off, letting out a sigh. “We all knew I was still considering it. I need to go back, (Y/n). But that means that you’re coming with, right?” 

He turns to look at you, hopeful. You made a promise saying that wherever he goes, you’d go, too. That included in his decision of whether or not he would go to London or back to Seoul to finish his final year. 

But you realised your mistake in making that promise because if you followed Minho to Seoul for university, Felix would have to learn to figure out the challenges of university and a new country all on his own. You can’t find it in yourself to leave him alone in a place so unfamiliar despite knowing that he’s a tough cookie. 

Nothing can take down Lee Felix; the man with a heart of gold and a mentality basically built out of steel.

Minho knows that, which is why he wasn’t too surprised when you promised that you would come with him. 

“Right… (Y/n)?” 

 “I—” you cut yourself off and let out a loud sigh of frustration. “You can’t make me choose between you and my brother, Minho,” you say harshly. “I made that promise under the assumption that we would be going to the same place together—the three of us.”

Shock completely paints his features, eyebrows knitting together in disbelief and lips parted. This is the first time that you’ve ever spoken to him this harshly and even you know that.

“You can’t be fucking serious right now,” Minho mutters. “I’m not making you choose. You made the decision on your own—you promised.” 

“Yeah! So, I did!” you laugh bitterly. “I’m sorry. I was under the impression that we would’ve gone to London anyway.” 

“That’s not fucking fair. You knew that I was torn between going home and going to London. You can’t just pull this shit out of nowhere—do you know how insane you sound right now? You lied to me because you ‘assumed that we were all going to London’? Be fucking realistic, (Y/n),” he scoffs.  

“Oh, come on, Minho. Did you really expect that I’d follow you? Felix would be all alone in London! I can’t just leave him!”

“He’ll fucking survive, (Y/n)! He’s not a child—he’s a grown man for fuck’s sake!” 

“He’s still my brother!” 

“I—” Minho quickly cuts himself off and takes a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he sighs shakily. “You know what? I can’t have this conversation right now” he mutters while shaking his head and standing. He grabs his shoes from beside him and stands, “let’s talk about this later. When we’re calm.”

His effort in still trying to stay calm in order to not accidentally hurt you makes you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to desperately try and stop the tears from breaking through. But you take a deep breath to compose yourself and re-open your eyes. 

“We’re over,” you say, trying your best to stay as emotionless as possible, it’s for the best; you think. This way Minho would have a reason to not love you anymore. 

He’ll move on faster. 

The statement makes Minho halt in the middle of brushing sand off of his pants and he looks at you in disbelief, hurt completely painting his features. 

“Is that really how you want to end this? You’re just throwing away those years like it was nothing?” His voice has lowered to a whisper, as though the very thought of it is cursed to say aloud. When you don’t say anything or even turn to look at him, Minho’s voice becomes more pained, “we can talk about this—l-like we always have. Come on…” 

He doesn’t make any attempt to get closer, nor does he actually say anything else. All Minho does is stare; eyes boring into the back of your head as you maintain the appearance and stare at the horizon. 

“Okay,” he finally says, voice cracking. “If that’s what you want, then okay. Just… if you wanna talk about it in the morning, I’ll still be waiting.” 

The way Minho’s voice shakes, the strain in his words, right before his footsteps drag through the sand until they become more distant is enough to have you squeezing your eyes shut and letting the tears start to roll. 

And when the Sun starts to peak over the horizon, you can’t stop yourself from sobbing at what you’ve just done. 

#rb

[fantastic-bby]

Pairing: Reader x Minho

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: Angst | Brother's Best Friend type thing | Non-Idol AU | Breakup AU | Twin Brother!Felix

Plans don't go the way you hoped and you think it's better to be the asshole in the break up for his sake.

Masterlist

[6:40]

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” Minho huffs upon hearing your rushed footsteps kicking through the smooth, fine, sand. 

He doesn’t make much effort to look away from the ocean even when you mutter an apology, gaze completely fixated to the movement of the waves crashing along and taking in the rhythm that it naturally creates. 

Shoes neatly placed beside him, Minho has his legs extended to let the cold water just wash onto his bare feet and calves. 

“Overslept,” you say and sit beside him, your own shoes tossed haphazardly beside you to mimic the zen-like position that Minho seems to have put himself in. “When I got downstairs, Felix freaked out and thought that I was a ghost, so he dropped his glass and we had to clean it up.”

“You’re brother’s strange,” Minho states plainly. 

“I know.” 

Once comfortable on the sand with the water splashing over your legs, you close your eyes and lean backwards with your hands holding you up. 

You’ve known Minho for a few years. He moved to Sydney while you were still in high school and quickly became acquainted with your twin brother after meeting for the first time in the school’s dance club. 

Not long after that, he became a regular at your house; spending weekends over playing video games or dragging you and Felix out to get McDonald’s because he was hungry. Most nights, though, Minho would try to drag only you out to watch the sunrise at the beach not that far away from the neighbourhood. 

The spot soon became somewhat of a date spot for the two of you. The first time he confessed to you was while you were watching the sunrise, when he asked you out, it was at the beach—the first time you gathered the courage to kiss Minho was with the waves crashing behind you like some romantic scene straight out of a drama. 

And even after Minho graduated high school and went into university, he still kept his promise of meeting you at the beach almost everyday. It was as if that specific spot on the shoreline was just your place; somewhere that only the two of you shared. 

To say that Felix was shocked—and mildly horrified—when he accidentally found the two of you in the middle of a date was an understatement. Your, typically, sweet and sunshine brother had almost gone berserk, calling Minho ‘half a rat’s ass because I’m going to find the rest of the rat and make you whole again’. 

Yeah… it didn’t entirely make sense… but the rage was oddly reassuring to you because at least you knew that he had your back. What wasn’t reassuring was the way Felix chased him around the parking lot of the mall for almost an hour, calling Minho all kinds of profanities for even thinking of touching his beloved ‘baby’ twin—because he was born a minute earlier. 

The moment’s quiet, serene, as the two of you bask in the comfort of each other’s presence. Your eyes are closed as you lean back on your arms and just take in the beach through every once of your senses; the cold water on legs, the fine sand on your skin, the smell of the beach, and the taste of salt that lingers in the air.

“I’m going back to Korea in three months.”

And your heart drops. 

But you can’t say you’re entirely surprised. 

“I thought you said you were coming to London with Felix and I,” you claim, turning to him. 

“Yeah, but…” Minho trails off, letting out a sigh. “We all knew I was still considering it. I need to go back, (Y/n). But that means that you’re coming with, right?” 

He turns to look at you, hopeful. You made a promise saying that wherever he goes, you’d go, too. That included in his decision of whether or not he would go to London or back to Seoul to finish his final year. 

But you realised your mistake in making that promise because if you followed Minho to Seoul for university, Felix would have to learn to figure out the challenges of university and a new country all on his own. You can’t find it in yourself to leave him alone in a place so unfamiliar despite knowing that he’s a tough cookie. 

Nothing can take down Lee Felix; the man with a heart of gold and a mentality basically built out of steel.

Minho knows that, which is why he wasn’t too surprised when you promised that you would come with him. 

“Right… (Y/n)?” 

 “I—” you cut yourself off and let out a loud sigh of frustration. “You can’t make me choose between you and my brother, Minho,” you say harshly. “I made that promise under the assumption that we would be going to the same place together—the three of us.”

Shock completely paints his features, eyebrows knitting together in disbelief and lips parted. This is the first time that you’ve ever spoken to him this harshly and even you know that.

“You can’t be fucking serious right now,” Minho mutters. “I’m not making you choose. You made the decision on your own—you promised.” 

“Yeah! So, I did!” you laugh bitterly. “I’m sorry. I was under the impression that we would’ve gone to London anyway.” 

“That’s not fucking fair. You knew that I was torn between going home and going to London. You can’t just pull this shit out of nowhere—do you know how insane you sound right now? You lied to me because you ‘assumed that we were all going to London’? Be fucking realistic, (Y/n),” he scoffs.  

“Oh, come on, Minho. Did you really expect that I’d follow you? Felix would be all alone in London! I can’t just leave him!”

“He’ll fucking survive, (Y/n)! He’s not a child—he’s a grown man for fuck’s sake!” 

“He’s still my brother!” 

“I—” Minho quickly cuts himself off and takes a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he sighs shakily. “You know what? I can’t have this conversation right now” he mutters while shaking his head and standing. He grabs his shoes from beside him and stands, “let’s talk about this later. When we’re calm.”

His effort in still trying to stay calm in order to not accidentally hurt you makes you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to desperately try and stop the tears from breaking through. But you take a deep breath to compose yourself and re-open your eyes. 

“We’re over,” you say, trying your best to stay as emotionless as possible, it’s for the best; you think. This way Minho would have a reason to not love you anymore. 

He’ll move on faster. 

The statement makes Minho halt in the middle of brushing sand off of his pants and he looks at you in disbelief, hurt completely painting his features. 

“Is that really how you want to end this? You’re just throwing away those years like it was nothing?” His voice has lowered to a whisper, as though the very thought of it is cursed to say aloud. When you don’t say anything or even turn to look at him, Minho’s voice becomes more pained, “we can talk about this—l-like we always have. Come on…” 

He doesn’t make any attempt to get closer, nor does he actually say anything else. All Minho does is stare; eyes boring into the back of your head as you maintain the appearance and stare at the horizon. 

“Okay,” he finally says, voice cracking. “If that’s what you want, then okay. Just… if you wanna talk about it in the morning, I’ll still be waiting.” 

The way Minho’s voice shakes, the strain in his words, right before his footsteps drag through the sand until they become more distant is enough to have you squeezing your eyes shut and letting the tears start to roll. 

And when the Sun starts to peak over the horizon, you can’t stop yourself from sobbing at what you’ve just done. 

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Pairing: Reader x Minho

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: Angst | Brother's Best Friend type thing | Non-Idol AU | Breakup AU | Twin Brother!Felix

Plans don't go the way you hoped and you think it's better to be the asshole in the break up for his sake.

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[6:40]

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” Minho huffs upon hearing your rushed footsteps kicking through the smooth, fine, sand. 

He doesn’t make much effort to look away from the ocean even when you mutter an apology, gaze completely fixated to the movement of the waves crashing along and taking in the rhythm that it naturally creates. 

Shoes neatly placed beside him, Minho has his legs extended to let the cold water just wash onto his bare feet and calves. 

“Overslept,” you say and sit beside him, your own shoes tossed haphazardly beside you to mimic the zen-like position that Minho seems to have put himself in. “When I got downstairs, Felix freaked out and thought that I was a ghost, so he dropped his glass and we had to clean it up.”

“You’re brother’s strange,” Minho states plainly. 

“I know.” 

Once comfortable on the sand with the water splashing over your legs, you close your eyes and lean backwards with your hands holding you up. 

You’ve known Minho for a few years. He moved to Sydney while you were still in high school and quickly became acquainted with your twin brother after meeting for the first time in the school’s dance club. 

Not long after that, he became a regular at your house; spending weekends over playing video games or dragging you and Felix out to get McDonald’s because he was hungry. Most nights, though, Minho would try to drag only you out to watch the sunrise at the beach not that far away from the neighbourhood. 

The spot soon became somewhat of a date spot for the two of you. The first time he confessed to you was while you were watching the sunrise, when he asked you out, it was at the beach—the first time you gathered the courage to kiss Minho was with the waves crashing behind you like some romantic scene straight out of a drama. 

And even after Minho graduated high school and went into university, he still kept his promise of meeting you at the beach almost everyday. It was as if that specific spot on the shoreline was just your place; somewhere that only the two of you shared. 

To say that Felix was shocked—and mildly horrified—when he accidentally found the two of you in the middle of a date was an understatement. Your, typically, sweet and sunshine brother had almost gone berserk, calling Minho ‘half a rat’s ass because I’m going to find the rest of the rat and make you whole again’. 

Yeah… it didn’t entirely make sense… but the rage was oddly reassuring to you because at least you knew that he had your back. What wasn’t reassuring was the way Felix chased him around the parking lot of the mall for almost an hour, calling Minho all kinds of profanities for even thinking of touching his beloved ‘baby’ twin—because he was born a minute earlier. 

The moment’s quiet, serene, as the two of you bask in the comfort of each other’s presence. Your eyes are closed as you lean back on your arms and just take in the beach through every once of your senses; the cold water on legs, the fine sand on your skin, the smell of the beach, and the taste of salt that lingers in the air.

“I’m going back to Korea in three months.”

And your heart drops. 

But you can’t say you’re entirely surprised. 

“I thought you said you were coming to London with Felix and I,” you claim, turning to him. 

“Yeah, but…” Minho trails off, letting out a sigh. “We all knew I was still considering it. I need to go back, (Y/n). But that means that you’re coming with, right?” 

He turns to look at you, hopeful. You made a promise saying that wherever he goes, you’d go, too. That included in his decision of whether or not he would go to London or back to Seoul to finish his final year. 

But you realised your mistake in making that promise because if you followed Minho to Seoul for university, Felix would have to learn to figure out the challenges of university and a new country all on his own. You can’t find it in yourself to leave him alone in a place so unfamiliar despite knowing that he’s a tough cookie. 

Nothing can take down Lee Felix; the man with a heart of gold and a mentality basically built out of steel.

Minho knows that, which is why he wasn’t too surprised when you promised that you would come with him. 

“Right… (Y/n)?” 

 “I—” you cut yourself off and let out a loud sigh of frustration. “You can’t make me choose between you and my brother, Minho,” you say harshly. “I made that promise under the assumption that we would be going to the same place together—the three of us.”

Shock completely paints his features, eyebrows knitting together in disbelief and lips parted. This is the first time that you’ve ever spoken to him this harshly and even you know that.

“You can’t be fucking serious right now,” Minho mutters. “I’m not making you choose. You made the decision on your own—you promised.” 

“Yeah! So, I did!” you laugh bitterly. “I’m sorry. I was under the impression that we would’ve gone to London anyway.” 

“That’s not fucking fair. You knew that I was torn between going home and going to London. You can’t just pull this shit out of nowhere—do you know how insane you sound right now? You lied to me because you ‘assumed that we were all going to London’? Be fucking realistic, (Y/n),” he scoffs.  

“Oh, come on, Minho. Did you really expect that I’d follow you? Felix would be all alone in London! I can’t just leave him!”

“He’ll fucking survive, (Y/n)! He’s not a child—he’s a grown man for fuck’s sake!” 

“He’s still my brother!” 

“I—” Minho quickly cuts himself off and takes a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he sighs shakily. “You know what? I can’t have this conversation right now” he mutters while shaking his head and standing. He grabs his shoes from beside him and stands, “let’s talk about this later. When we’re calm.”

His effort in still trying to stay calm in order to not accidentally hurt you makes you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to desperately try and stop the tears from breaking through. But you take a deep breath to compose yourself and re-open your eyes. 

“We’re over,” you say, trying your best to stay as emotionless as possible, it’s for the best; you think. This way Minho would have a reason to not love you anymore. 

He’ll move on faster. 

The statement makes Minho halt in the middle of brushing sand off of his pants and he looks at you in disbelief, hurt completely painting his features. 

“Is that really how you want to end this? You’re just throwing away those years like it was nothing?” His voice has lowered to a whisper, as though the very thought of it is cursed to say aloud. When you don’t say anything or even turn to look at him, Minho’s voice becomes more pained, “we can talk about this—l-like we always have. Come on…” 

He doesn’t make any attempt to get closer, nor does he actually say anything else. All Minho does is stare; eyes boring into the back of your head as you maintain the appearance and stare at the horizon. 

“Okay,” he finally says, voice cracking. “If that’s what you want, then okay. Just… if you wanna talk about it in the morning, I’ll still be waiting.” 

The way Minho’s voice shakes, the strain in his words, right before his footsteps drag through the sand until they become more distant is enough to have you squeezing your eyes shut and letting the tears start to roll. 

And when the Sun starts to peak over the horizon, you can’t stop yourself from sobbing at what you’ve just done. 

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids drabbles #stray kids angst #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader #lee know #lee know imagines #lee know scenarios #lee know drabbles #lee know angst #lee know x you #lee know x reader #minho #minho imagines #minho scenarios #minho drabbles #minho angst #minho x you #minho x reader

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WIPS + Upcoming

These are the fics that are upcoming/in progress. Last updated 17th July

A/n: The fics that are in progress may have their summaries, titles, and genres changed depending on how I feel before I post them. I also took off the timing because I’m terrible at schedules and I forgot how many fics I have kept away in my drafts and I feel bad for them. Be aware that sometimes if I lose inspiration, I may completely abandon the fic and change it’s status to ABANDONED before I take it off of the list. 

-Oneshots-

Adventures of Campus: Where’s MY Leitfmotif?!

Pairing: Octavia Song (OC) x Jisung

Word count: 33.6k

Genre: Romance | Fluff | Childhood Best Friends | Friends to Lovers | Co-parenting | University Parenting | Accidental Pregnancy | Teen Pregnancy | Slow Burn | College AU

Tags + Warnings: Alcohol usage | Marijuana usage | Cigarette usage | Implied sex | Their baby is extremely adorable | Jisung and Octavia are extremely oblivious to their feelings | Also Jisung and Octavia are rich

Han Jisung has known Octavia Song for practically his entire life. When he accidentally gets her pregnant because he thinks with his dick one day, they both agree to raise the baby together while Jisung goes off to university on the weekdays and comes home to his best friend and baby on the weekends.

But with the amount of time he’s spent with Octavia, Jisung’s never actually thought about how he feels when he’s away from her…

STATUS: Teaser publish date TBA

Gold and Roses

Pairing: (F) Reader x Chan

Word count: >20k

Genre: Romance | Slice of Life | Rich!Chan 

STATUS: In progress…

Record Diary

Pairing: Reader x Jisung

Word count: >15k

Genre: Romance | Slice of Life | Idol!Jisung | Barista!Reader | 

His music feels like a record of his life, every song related to what he was feeling at the moment. When he meets you, it’s as though you’ve reignited whatever spark his younger self had before he had debuted and Jisung starts chasing that feeling as though his life fucking depends on it. 

But no matter how many love songs Jisung writes, nothing will actually change his reality…

STATUS: In progress…

-Series-

The King and His Angel

Pairing: Wooyoung x Yeosang

Chapters: 28 

Tags: Classism | Reality | Romance | Strangers to Lovers | Lovers to Strangers| A LOT of trauma | A bunch of broke dudes just try trying to make the best out of their lives | It’s funny and cute when they’re not depressed trust me

Warnings: Depressive themes | Suicidal themes | Themes of abandonment | Depictions of anxiety attacks | (Safe) Alcohol usage | Alcohol abuse | Mentions of rape | Mentions of sex trafficking | Mentions of forced marriage | Cigarette usage | Drug use | Drug overdosing | Vehicle accidents | Cemeteries | Hospitals | Violence | Blood | Abuse | Death

Jung Wooyoung got taken in by his uncle when he was eight. He learned how to ride his first bike at thirteen. He attended his first race when he was sixteen. His uncle died when he was eighteen. He bought his own bike when he was twenty.

Wooyoung’s 25 now and his life seems to have only begun.

STATUS: Ongoing

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I'll probably post one fic before I go offline for the next week or so because of school so enjoy

#I may or may not be really into the Minho fic #It's between that and 5 star because 5 star has been in the dungeon for a year at this point #Crystal rants

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Pairing: Reader x Hongjoong

Word count: 1.3

Genre: Angst | Non-Idol AU | Is a heavy reference to Rick and Morty's Unity, but I just never found the right time to post it (I wrote it more than a year ago)

You and Hongjoong have always been in this horribly dangerous and toxic cycle; at least until Seonghwa takes it upon himself to try and stop it.

Warnings: Heavily implied drug abuse | Heavily implied alcoholism | Implied sex

A/n: Everyone say hello to the winner of this month's Choose a Fic! p.s I'm surprised this one won, but I hope you guys enjoy!

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[23:49]

It went without saying that what you two had wasn’t the healthiest thing in the world. He couldn’t even call it a relationship from how you were technically broken up… only you two would constantly fuck whenever you ‘bumped’ into each other at parties or at dinners with mutual friends.

Which leads Hongjoong to his current situation: 

His, so far, week-long bender with you as you both continue to feed each other more drugs and more alcohol only to end up having messy, extremely uncoordinated, but—for some reason—the best sex you both can get. 

And it’s disgustingly messy and extremely toxic with how the both of you are sober, clean, and happy when you’re away from each other. But whenever you’re together, you’re drunk, high, constantly having sex, or screaming the most foul and hurtful shit to each other. 

Despite how toxic and unhealthy your relationship is, you both can’t seem to let each other go because it’s familiar. As torturous as it is, Hongjoong finds your presence and company to be familiar enough for him to yearn for. And as much as everyone tells you to leave him, you just can’t seem to stay away from him for too long. 

Which is horrible considering how much more functionable and productive you are when Hongjoong isn’t in the picture. The way you’re both completely sober without each other only adds to the fact that everyone thinks you’re not healthy for each other. 

Because you’re both only ever on benders when you’re together. And it doesn’t create the best reputation for Hongjoong whenever he calls you up in the middle of the night and you disappear to drink and fuck for weeks. 

“Coming!” Hongjoong calls as he stumbles towards the banging front door, clumsily throwing on his t-shirt before opening it. Seonghwa stands outside with his arms crossed over his chest, displeasure painting his features as he lets his eyes scan Hongjoong’s state. “Oh,” he grumbles, a tinge of annoyance filling him at the sight of his friend. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to pull you out of this fucking bender,” Seonghwa states. 

“I don’t need someone to ‘pull me out’ Hwa. I’m perfectly fine,” Hongjoong argues with a snort. 

“You might be, but they’re not.” His eyes flit behind Hongjoong and it makes him turn around to see you standing in the living room, one of Hongjoong’s oversized t-shirts engulfing your frame, and staring at them. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It means that you’re a bad fucking influence on them. (Y/n) owns a restaurant and they’re not even there anymore because you keep bringing them away. They own multiple cafes and they can’t be there because you keep dragging them on benders. They have actual goals compared to you and you keep tearing that shit down instead.” 

Hongjoong can feel the twinge of annoyance becoming stronger and stronger the longer Seonghwa stands in front of him, but you speak before he can do anything. 

“Seonghwa, I think you’re overreacting,” you laugh, hand waving to visibly brush it off. “It’s not like it’s anything that bad. Joongie and I are just having fun.” You move to Hongjoong’s side and wrap your arms around his waist. “I need the break every once in a while, ya’know? Just some time to relax and have fun with him.” 

“You guys broke up two years ago and you’re still fucking each other when you’re drunk or high. It’s not healthy. You guys go on benders that can last up to months, and, honestly? I’m surprised you guys aren’t fucking dead with how much shit you put into yourselves,” Seonghwa argues. 

He’s obviously getting more agitated as well, which only fuels the anger that bubbles in the pit of Hongjoong’s stomach.

“We like doing this, okay? We like being with each other and we like doing this together. Why can’t you  just accept the fact that (Y/n) and I are together?”

“It’s unhealthy!”

“It’s temporary!” Hongjoong yells. “Why are you so up my fucking ass about this?! It’s not like I’m doing the bender with you! I’m doing it with (Y/n) and they’re perfectly fine with it.”

Your grip around Hongjoong’s loosen as the argument starts to get heated. The tension in the air starts to thicken and it’s making you uncomfortable. You never really saw your relationship with Hongjoong as anything more than a momentary release from the real world; a form of escapism that you would never fail to hop onto just to relax.

But hearing how it seemed to Seonghwa just made you feel… ashamed. 

It was never a problem in the beginning because you had always seen your relationship as something that was good. 

But you wonder how Seonghwa must’ve been thinking about it this entire time. 

Hongjoong just wants to have fun and you knew that from the first time you met him, and you broke up with him because of his inability to want to actually grow. Hongjoong likes things the way they are and he’s so terrified of change that, no matter how long you two spend apart, he’s still always exactly the same.

And hearing it come out of Seonghwa’s mouth finally seems to put it into perspective for you. You’re finally able to see it from the lens of someone else and you realise that the bottom line of this horrible codependent relationship that you and Hongjoong have is purely fun. He’s fun and that’s all you ever want out of him—it’s all he’s ever wanted out of you.  

“Mind your own damn business and get the fuck out of my apartment,” Hongjoong finally spits before slamming the door in Seonghwa’s face, a twang hitting your chest just as he does. He lets out a heavy sigh and turns to you, “sorry about that, babe. Hwa overreacts over these things sometimes.” 

“I-I don’t know, Joong. Maybe he has a point,” you mumble. 

“Don’t let it get to you. He’s just upset because I don’t see him often whenever I’m with you,” he quickly grumbles and pulls away from you. “Come on. We don’t have to let him be such a buzzkill. We have the rest of the week to fuck around, baby, and then we’ll get you back to your work.” 

Despite the growing uneasiness filling you, you decide to give Hongjoong this fleeting moment of freedom. 

He needs it anyway, you think. 

You made up your mind the moment he slammed the door in Seonghwa’s face. 

And when Hongjoong wakes up the next morning, you’ve disappeared from his apartment with nothing but a note on his bed. 

I can’t do this in person because I know I’ll just end up coming back to you like I always do, but you have to agree to some extent that Seonghwa’s right, Joong. What we have isn’t healthy and it never was; not even when we were dating. 

You don’t want change and the reason why I was okay with it was because there’s something wrong with me too. I loved you because I was in love with the idea of never having to change anything… which only adds to my point. We both feed off of each other, and to some extent, I indulge in letting you completely control my decisions and without me even realising it until it’s too late. 

For some reason, you’ve always been such a big part of me. And because of that, it’s easy for me to fall back into you over and over again no matter how much this relationship is basically torture for the both of us. 

I’m blocking you on everything to try and break this toxic cycle so we can both grow and be happy away from each other. 

Yours, and, forever, only yours,

(Y/n)

#rb

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I am so not okay

#Literally looks like the embodiment of ysl black opium omg #Seonghwa

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Brb starting a religion real quick

#Bro is MOTHERING #Seonghwa

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Pairing: Reader x Hongjoong

Word count: 1.3

Genre: Angst | Non-Idol AU | Is a heavy reference to Rick and Morty's Unity, but I just never found the right time to post it (I wrote it more than a year ago)

You and Hongjoong have always been in this horribly dangerous and toxic cycle; at least until Seonghwa takes it upon himself to try and stop it.

Warnings: Heavily implied drug abuse | Heavily implied alcoholism | Implied sex

A/n: Everyone say hello to the winner of this month's Choose a Fic! p.s I'm surprised this one won, but I hope you guys enjoy!

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[23:49]

It went without saying that what you two had wasn’t the healthiest thing in the world. He couldn’t even call it a relationship from how you were technically broken up… only you two would constantly fuck whenever you ‘bumped’ into each other at parties or at dinners with mutual friends.

Which leads Hongjoong to his current situation: 

His, so far, week-long bender with you as you both continue to feed each other more drugs and more alcohol only to end up having messy, extremely uncoordinated, but—for some reason—the best sex you both can get. 

And it’s disgustingly messy and extremely toxic with how the both of you are sober, clean, and happy when you’re away from each other. But whenever you’re together, you’re drunk, high, constantly having sex, or screaming the most foul and hurtful shit to each other. 

Despite how toxic and unhealthy your relationship is, you both can’t seem to let each other go because it’s familiar. As torturous as it is, Hongjoong finds your presence and company to be familiar enough for him to yearn for. And as much as everyone tells you to leave him, you just can’t seem to stay away from him for too long. 

Which is horrible considering how much more functionable and productive you are when Hongjoong isn’t in the picture. The way you’re both completely sober without each other only adds to the fact that everyone thinks you’re not healthy for each other. 

Because you’re both only ever on benders when you’re together. And it doesn’t create the best reputation for Hongjoong whenever he calls you up in the middle of the night and you disappear to drink and fuck for weeks. 

“Coming!” Hongjoong calls as he stumbles towards the banging front door, clumsily throwing on his t-shirt before opening it. Seonghwa stands outside with his arms crossed over his chest, displeasure painting his features as he lets his eyes scan Hongjoong’s state. “Oh,” he grumbles, a tinge of annoyance filling him at the sight of his friend. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to pull you out of this fucking bender,” Seonghwa states. 

“I don’t need someone to ‘pull me out’ Hwa. I’m perfectly fine,” Hongjoong argues with a snort. 

“You might be, but they’re not.” His eyes flit behind Hongjoong and it makes him turn around to see you standing in the living room, one of Hongjoong’s oversized t-shirts engulfing your frame, and staring at them. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It means that you’re a bad fucking influence on them. (Y/n) owns a restaurant and they’re not even there anymore because you keep bringing them away. They own multiple cafes and they can’t be there because you keep dragging them on benders. They have actual goals compared to you and you keep tearing that shit down instead.” 

Hongjoong can feel the twinge of annoyance becoming stronger and stronger the longer Seonghwa stands in front of him, but you speak before he can do anything. 

“Seonghwa, I think you’re overreacting,” you laugh, hand waving to visibly brush it off. “It’s not like it’s anything that bad. Joongie and I are just having fun.” You move to Hongjoong’s side and wrap your arms around his waist. “I need the break every once in a while, ya’know? Just some time to relax and have fun with him.” 

“You guys broke up two years ago and you’re still fucking each other when you’re drunk or high. It’s not healthy. You guys go on benders that can last up to months, and, honestly? I’m surprised you guys aren’t fucking dead with how much shit you put into yourselves,” Seonghwa argues. 

He’s obviously getting more agitated as well, which only fuels the anger that bubbles in the pit of Hongjoong’s stomach.

“We like doing this, okay? We like being with each other and we like doing this together. Why can’t you  just accept the fact that (Y/n) and I are together?”

“It’s unhealthy!”

“It’s temporary!” Hongjoong yells. “Why are you so up my fucking ass about this?! It’s not like I’m doing the bender with you! I’m doing it with (Y/n) and they’re perfectly fine with it.”

Your grip around Hongjoong’s loosen as the argument starts to get heated. The tension in the air starts to thicken and it’s making you uncomfortable. You never really saw your relationship with Hongjoong as anything more than a momentary release from the real world; a form of escapism that you would never fail to hop onto just to relax.

But hearing how it seemed to Seonghwa just made you feel… ashamed. 

It was never a problem in the beginning because you had always seen your relationship as something that was good. 

But you wonder how Seonghwa must’ve been thinking about it this entire time. 

Hongjoong just wants to have fun and you knew that from the first time you met him, and you broke up with him because of his inability to want to actually grow. Hongjoong likes things the way they are and he’s so terrified of change that, no matter how long you two spend apart, he’s still always exactly the same.

And hearing it come out of Seonghwa’s mouth finally seems to put it into perspective for you. You’re finally able to see it from the lens of someone else and you realise that the bottom line of this horrible codependent relationship that you and Hongjoong have is purely fun. He’s fun and that’s all you ever want out of him—it’s all he’s ever wanted out of you.  

“Mind your own damn business and get the fuck out of my apartment,” Hongjoong finally spits before slamming the door in Seonghwa’s face, a twang hitting your chest just as he does. He lets out a heavy sigh and turns to you, “sorry about that, babe. Hwa overreacts over these things sometimes.” 

“I-I don’t know, Joong. Maybe he has a point,” you mumble. 

“Don’t let it get to you. He’s just upset because I don’t see him often whenever I’m with you,” he quickly grumbles and pulls away from you. “Come on. We don’t have to let him be such a buzzkill. We have the rest of the week to fuck around, baby, and then we’ll get you back to your work.” 

Despite the growing uneasiness filling you, you decide to give Hongjoong this fleeting moment of freedom. 

He needs it anyway, you think. 

You made up your mind the moment he slammed the door in Seonghwa’s face. 

And when Hongjoong wakes up the next morning, you’ve disappeared from his apartment with nothing but a note on his bed. 

I can’t do this in person because I know I’ll just end up coming back to you like I always do, but you have to agree to some extent that Seonghwa’s right, Joong. What we have isn’t healthy and it never was; not even when we were dating. 

You don’t want change and the reason why I was okay with it was because there’s something wrong with me too. I loved you because I was in love with the idea of never having to change anything… which only adds to my point. We both feed off of each other, and to some extent, I indulge in letting you completely control my decisions and without me even realising it until it’s too late. 

For some reason, you’ve always been such a big part of me. And because of that, it’s easy for me to fall back into you over and over again no matter how much this relationship is basically torture for the both of us. 

I’m blocking you on everything to try and break this toxic cycle so we can both grow and be happy away from each other. 

Yours, and, forever, only yours,

(Y/n)

#rb

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i guess its time we once again need to talk about reblogging vs liking

i dont know how else we can say it. likes do not do anything here. they are a bookmarking tool. there is no algorithm. if you think a gifset, gfx, fanart, fic, moodboard, lockscreen... literally anything is cool, you gotta reblog it using this symbol at the bottom of each post:

likes are nice, but they do not do a single damn thing on this website. they do nothing. they dont help artists. they dont do anything. they languish in a part of your blog that nobody but you can see. only liking posts will get you blocked by a lot of artists

reblogs are amazing. they help spread an artists work. they are wonderful. they let artists know that their work is appreciated. they tell artists that people want more of their work. no artist will ever block you for reblogging

reblog stuff! its fun! you can make friends! share the things you enjoy!

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Pairing: Reader x Hongjoong

Word count: 1.3

Genre: Angst | Non-Idol AU | Is a heavy reference to Rick and Morty's Unity, but I just never found the right time to post it (I wrote it more than a year ago)

You and Hongjoong have always been in this horribly dangerous and toxic cycle; at least until Seonghwa takes it upon himself to try and stop it.

Warnings: Heavily implied drug abuse | Heavily implied alcoholism | Implied sex

A/n: Everyone say hello to the winner of this month's Choose a Fic! p.s I'm surprised this one won, but I hope you guys enjoy!

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[23:49]

It went without saying that what you two had wasn’t the healthiest thing in the world. He couldn’t even call it a relationship from how you were technically broken up… only you two would constantly fuck whenever you ‘bumped’ into each other at parties or at dinners with mutual friends.

Which leads Hongjoong to his current situation: 

His, so far, week-long bender with you as you both continue to feed each other more drugs and more alcohol only to end up having messy, extremely uncoordinated, but—for some reason—the best sex you both can get. 

And it’s disgustingly messy and extremely toxic with how the both of you are sober, clean, and happy when you’re away from each other. But whenever you’re together, you’re drunk, high, constantly having sex, or screaming the most foul and hurtful shit to each other. 

Despite how toxic and unhealthy your relationship is, you both can’t seem to let each other go because it’s familiar. As torturous as it is, Hongjoong finds your presence and company to be familiar enough for him to yearn for. And as much as everyone tells you to leave him, you just can’t seem to stay away from him for too long. 

Which is horrible considering how much more functionable and productive you are when Hongjoong isn’t in the picture. The way you’re both completely sober without each other only adds to the fact that everyone thinks you’re not healthy for each other. 

Because you’re both only ever on benders when you’re together. And it doesn’t create the best reputation for Hongjoong whenever he calls you up in the middle of the night and you disappear to drink and fuck for weeks. 

“Coming!” Hongjoong calls as he stumbles towards the banging front door, clumsily throwing on his t-shirt before opening it. Seonghwa stands outside with his arms crossed over his chest, displeasure painting his features as he lets his eyes scan Hongjoong’s state. “Oh,” he grumbles, a tinge of annoyance filling him at the sight of his friend. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to pull you out of this fucking bender,” Seonghwa states. 

“I don’t need someone to ‘pull me out’ Hwa. I’m perfectly fine,” Hongjoong argues with a snort. 

“You might be, but they’re not.” His eyes flit behind Hongjoong and it makes him turn around to see you standing in the living room, one of Hongjoong’s oversized t-shirts engulfing your frame, and staring at them. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It means that you’re a bad fucking influence on them. (Y/n) owns a restaurant and they’re not even there anymore because you keep bringing them away. They own multiple cafes and they can’t be there because you keep dragging them on benders. They have actual goals compared to you and you keep tearing that shit down instead.” 

Hongjoong can feel the twinge of annoyance becoming stronger and stronger the longer Seonghwa stands in front of him, but you speak before he can do anything. 

“Seonghwa, I think you’re overreacting,” you laugh, hand waving to visibly brush it off. “It’s not like it’s anything that bad. Joongie and I are just having fun.” You move to Hongjoong’s side and wrap your arms around his waist. “I need the break every once in a while, ya’know? Just some time to relax and have fun with him.” 

“You guys broke up two years ago and you’re still fucking each other when you’re drunk or high. It’s not healthy. You guys go on benders that can last up to months, and, honestly? I’m surprised you guys aren’t fucking dead with how much shit you put into yourselves,” Seonghwa argues. 

He’s obviously getting more agitated as well, which only fuels the anger that bubbles in the pit of Hongjoong’s stomach.

“We like doing this, okay? We like being with each other and we like doing this together. Why can’t you  just accept the fact that (Y/n) and I are together?”

“It’s unhealthy!”

“It’s temporary!” Hongjoong yells. “Why are you so up my fucking ass about this?! It’s not like I’m doing the bender with you! I’m doing it with (Y/n) and they’re perfectly fine with it.”

Your grip around Hongjoong’s loosen as the argument starts to get heated. The tension in the air starts to thicken and it’s making you uncomfortable. You never really saw your relationship with Hongjoong as anything more than a momentary release from the real world; a form of escapism that you would never fail to hop onto just to relax.

But hearing how it seemed to Seonghwa just made you feel… ashamed. 

It was never a problem in the beginning because you had always seen your relationship as something that was good. 

But you wonder how Seonghwa must’ve been thinking about it this entire time. 

Hongjoong just wants to have fun and you knew that from the first time you met him, and you broke up with him because of his inability to want to actually grow. Hongjoong likes things the way they are and he’s so terrified of change that, no matter how long you two spend apart, he’s still always exactly the same.

And hearing it come out of Seonghwa’s mouth finally seems to put it into perspective for you. You’re finally able to see it from the lens of someone else and you realise that the bottom line of this horrible codependent relationship that you and Hongjoong have is purely fun. He’s fun and that’s all you ever want out of him—it’s all he’s ever wanted out of you.  

“Mind your own damn business and get the fuck out of my apartment,” Hongjoong finally spits before slamming the door in Seonghwa’s face, a twang hitting your chest just as he does. He lets out a heavy sigh and turns to you, “sorry about that, babe. Hwa overreacts over these things sometimes.” 

“I-I don’t know, Joong. Maybe he has a point,” you mumble. 

“Don’t let it get to you. He’s just upset because I don’t see him often whenever I’m with you,” he quickly grumbles and pulls away from you. “Come on. We don’t have to let him be such a buzzkill. We have the rest of the week to fuck around, baby, and then we’ll get you back to your work.” 

Despite the growing uneasiness filling you, you decide to give Hongjoong this fleeting moment of freedom. 

He needs it anyway, you think. 

You made up your mind the moment he slammed the door in Seonghwa’s face. 

And when Hongjoong wakes up the next morning, you’ve disappeared from his apartment with nothing but a note on his bed. 

I can’t do this in person because I know I’ll just end up coming back to you like I always do, but you have to agree to some extent that Seonghwa’s right, Joong. What we have isn’t healthy and it never was; not even when we were dating. 

You don’t want change and the reason why I was okay with it was because there’s something wrong with me too. I loved you because I was in love with the idea of never having to change anything… which only adds to my point. We both feed off of each other, and to some extent, I indulge in letting you completely control my decisions and without me even realising it until it’s too late. 

For some reason, you’ve always been such a big part of me. And because of that, it’s easy for me to fall back into you over and over again no matter how much this relationship is basically torture for the both of us. 

I’m blocking you on everything to try and break this toxic cycle so we can both grow and be happy away from each other. 

Yours, and, forever, only yours,

(Y/n)

#rb

[fantastic-bby]

Pairing: Reader x Hongjoong

Word count: 1.3

Genre: Angst | Non-Idol AU | Is a heavy reference to Rick and Morty's Unity, but I just never found the right time to post it (I wrote it more than a year ago)

You and Hongjoong have always been in this horribly dangerous and toxic cycle; at least until Seonghwa takes it upon himself to try and stop it.

Warnings: Heavily implied drug abuse | Heavily implied alcoholism | Implied sex

A/n: Everyone say hello to the winner of this month's Choose a Fic! p.s I'm surprised this one won, but I hope you guys enjoy!

Masterlist

[23:49]

It went without saying that what you two had wasn’t the healthiest thing in the world. He couldn’t even call it a relationship from how you were technically broken up… only you two would constantly fuck whenever you ‘bumped’ into each other at parties or at dinners with mutual friends.

Which leads Hongjoong to his current situation: 

His, so far, week-long bender with you as you both continue to feed each other more drugs and more alcohol only to end up having messy, extremely uncoordinated, but—for some reason—the best sex you both can get. 

And it’s disgustingly messy and extremely toxic with how the both of you are sober, clean, and happy when you’re away from each other. But whenever you’re together, you’re drunk, high, constantly having sex, or screaming the most foul and hurtful shit to each other. 

Despite how toxic and unhealthy your relationship is, you both can’t seem to let each other go because it’s familiar. As torturous as it is, Hongjoong finds your presence and company to be familiar enough for him to yearn for. And as much as everyone tells you to leave him, you just can’t seem to stay away from him for too long. 

Which is horrible considering how much more functionable and productive you are when Hongjoong isn’t in the picture. The way you’re both completely sober without each other only adds to the fact that everyone thinks you’re not healthy for each other. 

Because you’re both only ever on benders when you’re together. And it doesn’t create the best reputation for Hongjoong whenever he calls you up in the middle of the night and you disappear to drink and fuck for weeks. 

“Coming!” Hongjoong calls as he stumbles towards the banging front door, clumsily throwing on his t-shirt before opening it. Seonghwa stands outside with his arms crossed over his chest, displeasure painting his features as he lets his eyes scan Hongjoong’s state. “Oh,” he grumbles, a tinge of annoyance filling him at the sight of his friend. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to pull you out of this fucking bender,” Seonghwa states. 

“I don’t need someone to ‘pull me out’ Hwa. I’m perfectly fine,” Hongjoong argues with a snort. 

“You might be, but they’re not.” His eyes flit behind Hongjoong and it makes him turn around to see you standing in the living room, one of Hongjoong’s oversized t-shirts engulfing your frame, and staring at them. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It means that you’re a bad fucking influence on them. (Y/n) owns a restaurant and they’re not even there anymore because you keep bringing them away. They own multiple cafes and they can’t be there because you keep dragging them on benders. They have actual goals compared to you and you keep tearing that shit down instead.” 

Hongjoong can feel the twinge of annoyance becoming stronger and stronger the longer Seonghwa stands in front of him, but you speak before he can do anything. 

“Seonghwa, I think you’re overreacting,” you laugh, hand waving to visibly brush it off. “It’s not like it’s anything that bad. Joongie and I are just having fun.” You move to Hongjoong’s side and wrap your arms around his waist. “I need the break every once in a while, ya’know? Just some time to relax and have fun with him.” 

“You guys broke up two years ago and you’re still fucking each other when you’re drunk or high. It’s not healthy. You guys go on benders that can last up to months, and, honestly? I’m surprised you guys aren’t fucking dead with how much shit you put into yourselves,” Seonghwa argues. 

He’s obviously getting more agitated as well, which only fuels the anger that bubbles in the pit of Hongjoong’s stomach.

“We like doing this, okay? We like being with each other and we like doing this together. Why can’t you  just accept the fact that (Y/n) and I are together?”

“It’s unhealthy!”

“It’s temporary!” Hongjoong yells. “Why are you so up my fucking ass about this?! It’s not like I’m doing the bender with you! I’m doing it with (Y/n) and they’re perfectly fine with it.”

Your grip around Hongjoong’s loosen as the argument starts to get heated. The tension in the air starts to thicken and it’s making you uncomfortable. You never really saw your relationship with Hongjoong as anything more than a momentary release from the real world; a form of escapism that you would never fail to hop onto just to relax.

But hearing how it seemed to Seonghwa just made you feel… ashamed. 

It was never a problem in the beginning because you had always seen your relationship as something that was good. 

But you wonder how Seonghwa must’ve been thinking about it this entire time. 

Hongjoong just wants to have fun and you knew that from the first time you met him, and you broke up with him because of his inability to want to actually grow. Hongjoong likes things the way they are and he’s so terrified of change that, no matter how long you two spend apart, he’s still always exactly the same.

And hearing it come out of Seonghwa’s mouth finally seems to put it into perspective for you. You’re finally able to see it from the lens of someone else and you realise that the bottom line of this horrible codependent relationship that you and Hongjoong have is purely fun. He’s fun and that’s all you ever want out of him—it’s all he’s ever wanted out of you.  

“Mind your own damn business and get the fuck out of my apartment,” Hongjoong finally spits before slamming the door in Seonghwa’s face, a twang hitting your chest just as he does. He lets out a heavy sigh and turns to you, “sorry about that, babe. Hwa overreacts over these things sometimes.” 

“I-I don’t know, Joong. Maybe he has a point,” you mumble. 

“Don’t let it get to you. He’s just upset because I don’t see him often whenever I’m with you,” he quickly grumbles and pulls away from you. “Come on. We don’t have to let him be such a buzzkill. We have the rest of the week to fuck around, baby, and then we’ll get you back to your work.” 

Despite the growing uneasiness filling you, you decide to give Hongjoong this fleeting moment of freedom. 

He needs it anyway, you think. 

You made up your mind the moment he slammed the door in Seonghwa’s face. 

And when Hongjoong wakes up the next morning, you’ve disappeared from his apartment with nothing but a note on his bed. 

I can’t do this in person because I know I’ll just end up coming back to you like I always do, but you have to agree to some extent that Seonghwa’s right, Joong. What we have isn’t healthy and it never was; not even when we were dating. 

You don’t want change and the reason why I was okay with it was because there’s something wrong with me too. I loved you because I was in love with the idea of never having to change anything… which only adds to my point. We both feed off of each other, and to some extent, I indulge in letting you completely control my decisions and without me even realising it until it’s too late. 

For some reason, you’ve always been such a big part of me. And because of that, it’s easy for me to fall back into you over and over again no matter how much this relationship is basically torture for the both of us. 

I’m blocking you on everything to try and break this toxic cycle so we can both grow and be happy away from each other. 

Yours, and, forever, only yours,

(Y/n)

#rb