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Can i request more Ahn Jun-ho one shots? 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 I started watching the series recently and i'm in love w that man 😩 i need fics about him 😭

𐐪♡︎₊˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 - Ahn Jun-ho

𖥔 •͈ ┈─ ❟ʾ ѕυммαяу 𔘓 - Jun-ho's family is full of ups and downs, but his days become better when Jun-ho ends up in the arms of his beloved.

𖥔 •͈ ┈─ ❟ʾ ραιяιиg 𔘓 - Ahn Jun-ho x fem¡reader.

𖥔 •͈ ┈─ ❟ʾ gєияє 𔘓 - cute, comfort, a little sad (because of his family, but nothing too distressing).

𖥔 •͈ ┈─ ❟ʾ ωαяиιиgѕ 𔘓 - fights, family issues, possible trigger (?), Jun-ho in his delicate moment, reader being a good girlfriend >>> 🤍, let me know if you have anything else to add! :)

𖥔 •͈ ┈─ ❟ʾ ω.¢ 𔘓 - 2,3k

𖥔 •͈ ┈─ ❟ʾ α/и 𔘓 - hey! ;) I'm finally able to write something after a while. It's amazing how creativity comes at the most unexpected moments. I hope you like the chapter, as I didn't specify the genre of the chapter in the request, I decided to do something in the middle of the road, a little sad, but happy. English is not my first language! I apologize in advance for any spelling and/or grammatical errors. Good reading! 🤍 ^-^

⊹₊˚ʚ❛masterlist.❜ɞ

Jun-ho runs his hand through his hair for the thousandth time during the conversation, more specifically an argument. His eyes burned with a suppressed desire to cry, but he needed to be strong and he knew that showing his true emotions might make him lose his credibility..

“Mom, you need to listen to me. I love you, but everything is very troubled. He does not deserve you. Let go of him, mom… please. If not for me or for you, then for your youngest daughter. Jun-ho speaks a little calmer after his tired sigh. It was the third time this week alone that Jun-ho learned that once again his mother's husband, or the sperm donor as he likes to say, was disrupting the lives of his mother and younger sister.

The abusive relationship between his mother and father is something that has happened since he was little, small signs of a toxic relationship tracing the years before he was even born. Jun-ho's father was extremely intolerant and reckless, always taking small amounts of money that his mother managed to earn to buy food, only to spend it on drinks and more, and if she didn't want to give it, he would beat her like a damn punching bag. And the worst of all was not only that he witnessed these atrocities when he was little, but his younger sister is going through the same process even though he tries to advise his mother to finally open her eyes.

She wasn't an idiot and he understood very well that it wasn't an easy thing to do, but it was still very frustrating, even more so when she called him to ask if her younger sister could stay in his care for a weekend or at least until things got better.

Small and tragic situations like this were what drove Jun-ho to work from such an early age and focus on his studies to have a better life, leaving home as soon as he saved enough money to rent a small apartment in a simple condominium.

But here he was, after finally getting his leave from the army, sitting in his mother's backyard while drinking peanut soju. His mother said she just wanted to talk to him, find out how he was doing and if everything was ok with his girlfriend and events in his life. But after Jun-ho saw the small purple bruise near his mother's cheekbones, he immediately tensed and, what was supposed to be a calm conversation between mother and son, ended up accumulating into a big snowball that was about to explode.

“My son, everything is fine. We're fine, how many times do I need to tell you this?”

“Until the day you leave him and live a happy life. Tell me, mom, when was the last time you gave a sincere smile of happiness? Or the last time you felt happy to finally get home after a hard day at work? You created me and I am very grateful for that, so I just want to repay you by looking out for your good.” She stays silent, seeming to absorb Jun-ho's words, but quickly looks down at the floor with shame and pure sadness, not wanting to have that conversation with her eldest son.

“Please, Jun-ho… let’s not talk about this anymore.” Jun-ho's jaw tightened, but he nodded silently. Jun-ho quickly grabbed his coat, looking straight into his mother's eyes, before walking out the front gate with a pounding in his head..

The girl happily turns off the heat of the tomato sauce, placing it on top of the noodles she lovingly prepared for her boyfriend. It had been a year and a few months since Jun-ho joined the army and it was the hardest time of both of their lives. Neither of them were away from each other for that long and both Jun-ho and Y/n knew that the challenges that awaited Jun-ho in the army would require a lot of effort from him, making him feel that his.

Everything became more distressing when Jun-ho barely called or responded to the girl's messages. He was going through an extremely delicate moment with this whole thing about deserters and bullies in the camp, causing him to reserve himself and set aside a period to think alone.

But everything got better when she had the most irresponsible and crazy attitude she had ever had in her life: discovered the location of where Jun-ho was during one of his missions looking for defectors, and went to Busan after a tiring bus ride just to say that whatever happened to him and everything around him, she would always be there to support him and remind him that he was never and will never be alone.

Initially he was desperate and afraid that you would get hurt because you were “invading” a mission, he snapped at you for your irresponsibility but his stance changed after realizing his girlfriend's determination just to make him feel better from all the pressure put on his shoulders. He felt like she was a breath of air in the middle of a cold night that made him shiver as she gently filled his lungs, reminding him of what it is to truly live.

A few months later he finally came home for a month of rest and you couldn't be happier and more grateful. It's been three days since he arrived, and even though he initially seemed a little hesitant and distant, you knew that Jun-ho needed to be home. In your home.

The password verification noise from the front door sounded shrill in the empty and slightly dimly lit apartment, where you could see light and hear the low noise of dishes and pans coming from the kitchen. Jun-ho tried to silently sneak down the hallway towards the bedrooms. Y/n knew he had arrived, so she quickly finished everything in the kitchen to call him to eat.

Turning on the lights in the apartment, Y/n walked calmly towards the bedroom, opening the door ajar, then hearing the low thump of the shower water bathing Jun-ho's body. Smiling, the girl knocked lightly on the bathroom door, happy that he was finally home. She was a considerably anxious person, so she planned and scheduled an entire night together, including a movie and hugs, all for Jun-ho's rest and comfort.

“Hey, Jun-ho.” Y/n speaks in a tone loud enough to overpower the sound of the water, which was turned off when Jun-ho heard his girlfriend's voice. "Hey my love. I'm already going, I'm just going to finish my shower. You can eat if you want.” His voice was considerably lower than normal, but she just brushes it off by muttering a small confirmation.

Almost half an hour has passed when Jun-ho finally sits down on the chair opposite Y/n. His hair was wet and he was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Comfortably beautiful, she thought. He directed a slight smile at her, which unconsciously showed his tiredness and discouragement. A wave of worry flooded Y/n's thoughts, imagining what must have happened at her house.

Y/n was aware of her mother-in-law's abusive relationship and knew that Jun-ho didn't approve of any of it, getting frustrated every time she spoke to her mother or saw her in person. With a knowing smile, Y/n reached out, cradling Jun-ho's hand in hers. "Everything is fine?”

The short sentence of just three words was the trigger, the direct impulse for him to break. His eyes were slightly red and burned from the tears shed during the shower, but now it didn't matter because they came back with full force, making Jun-ho's face moist.

Y/n immediately went to his side, wrapping him in a tight hug, Jun-ho's head resting in the crook of her neck. Seeing Jun-ho cry meant that he was at the height of everything, that everything came together and came crashing down with a thunderous thud.

Jun-ho was the type of person who prioritized maintaining a firm stance so as not to have to explain his weaknesses and concerns, but when he was around his girlfriend it was like that whole facade fell and he felt the need to spill everything to her. He felt heard and loved when he was with her, he didn't feel like a burden or a nuisance, he was just him. He could be him around Y/n because she was her around him too, she prioritized his well-being before hers and he sometimes didn't know how to show his gratitude.

Feeling Jun-ho's shoulders shake and hearing his painful sobs was like a stab in her back, making her feel helpless because she couldn't do anything to take away all the pain and weight from him, everything.

With a gentle squeeze on his shoulders, she hugged Jun-ho affectionately, feeling him getting impossibly closer to her. The smell of her perfume made Jun-ho feel more comfortable, she smells like home, he thought. This made him cry even more, feeling unworthy of having such a caring person by your side to not only listen but also understand your emotions and help you deal with them.

Y/n can feel her own tears falling down her face, her heart almost comes out of her mouth at the thought of her love, her world, the most important person in her life being in pain. Not just any pain, but the worst pain ever. The emotional pain. The pain of not being able to do anything, the pain of feeling unable to help the people you love.

He knew the situation was beyond his reach, which was why he felt so frustrated. He didn't need to say anything to her, his tears told a silent story of an ongoing event that unfortunately affects Jun-ho's life. She understood him, so she didn't ask anything. Her sobs stopped and her tears lessened considerably. Y/n gently pushed Jun-ho away from him, but not far enough to break the hug.

Jun-ho's now red and swollen eyes widened at the sight of the tears that now graced his girlfriend's face. She reached out with her hands and her thumbs wiped away the tears so gently as if Jun-ho would break down at any moment. He repeated the process, wiping away Y/n's tears, doubt dancing across his expression.

“Why are you crying, dear? I hurt you?" His voice, hoarse from crying, was almost a whisper, hesitantly low. She smiled, resting her hand on Jun-ho's that rested on the girl's cheek. “No, that's not it. I just hate with all my might to see you sad. You make me so happy, Jun-ho, that seeing you sad is like seeing clouds cover up the sun on a summer afternoon.” He absorbs the words and for the first time that night she shows a smile. He admired the empathy that Y/n had not only for those she loved, but for all people and without expecting anything in return.

“You don’t need to cry if you weren’t the cause behind my tears…thanks for supporting me, darling.” As a simple answer, Y/n leans slightly towards Jun-ho's lips, her breath tickling his face. Jun-ho connects their lips in a needy kiss, a reciprocal comfort being silently placed upon each other.

“Promise me that when you have a problem you won't keep it to yourself? I'm here for and for you, Jun-ho. You can tell me things that there is no need to repress within yourself. You are a wonderful human being and deserve love like anyone else. And I love you, that's why I'm available for everything. Even if it’s just to sit next to you in silence.”

Y/n watches the light reflect on Jun-ho's face from the new solitary tear shed, but there was no sadness this time, just the happiness of understanding that he was not alone on the walk. That I had a home to return to in bad times. Without saying anything else, this time he hugs her tightly, drawing small imaginary circles on her back.

“Thank you for caring about me. I don’t know what I would do without you.” They both knew that this was not the first nor would it be the last fight between Jun-ho and his family, but this time he was aware that he had arms waiting for him to rest on difficult days.

⊹₊˚ʚ❛A/N: It was supposed to be a short chapter, but I guess I can't even complain because I finally developed something after so much creative block. I hope you liked it, tell me what you think! :) If you made an ask, don't worry, I just haven't had enough creativity yet to develop a chapter, but we'll have news soon. like × reblog. by:: @hyunjinners .❜ɞ

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𐐪♡︎₊˚ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐈𝐒 - aib Headcanons

𖥔 •͈ ┈─ ❟ʾ ѕυммαяу 𔘓 - at some point during a game you get seriously injured, leaving them worried.

𖥔 •͈ ┈─ ❟ʾ ραιяιиg 𔘓 - arisu ¡ niragi ! aguni x fem ¡ reader.

𖥔 •͈ ┈─ ❟ʾ gєияє 𔘓 - angst, sad, hurt, a little cute (?)

𖥔 •͈ ┈─ ❟ʾ ωαяиιиgѕ 𔘓 - mention of injury, possible trigger, blood, implied deaths (or not so much), crying - let me know if you have anything else to add! :)

𖥔 •͈ ┈─ ❟ʾ ω.¢ 𔘓 - 0,8k

𖥔 •͈ ┈─ ❟ʾ α/и 𔘓 - just another chapter forgotten at the bottom of the drafts. ^°^

⊹₊˚ʚ❛masterlist❜ɞ

「 𝗔𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘂 𝗥𝘆𝗼𝗵𝗲𝗶 」

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 Durante um jogo de espadas, um dos participantes desesperado para sobreviver, empurrou-a do corrimão da escada, fazendo assim um ferimento grave se abrir em sua barriga causado por um grande pedaço de ferro.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 a primeira reação de Arisu seria raiva e medo. Ele não poderia deixar de querer correr atrás do cara apenas para empurrá-lo também, mas ele sabia que seria um pouco errado.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 ele a levaria para um lugar longe da vista do mestre do jogo, apenas para tentar amenizar um pouco a situação e evitar serem mortos de primeira.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 ficaria perdido sem saber o que fazer já que não seria possível retirar o pedaço de ferro, se não pioraria o ferimento causando uma bagunça ensanguentada.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 provavelmente bolaria um plano com Usagi para tentarem resolver o jogo o mais rápido possível para saírem dali logo.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 ficaria a todo tempo ao seu lado segurando sua mão e contando lembranças engraçadas para mantê-la acordada.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 ele iria tentar segurar as lágrimas se visse que você não estava respondendo. Ele te abraçaria bem forte segurando-a contra seu peito enquanto depositava um beijo em sua cabeça.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 o maior medo de Arisu é perder todos que ele ama, assim acabando sozinho e culpando-se pelo resto da vida. Ele não sabia qual seria seu destino, mas esperava que você ficasse bem.

๑ ⋆˚₊⋆────ʚ˚ɞ────⋆˚₊⋆ ๑

「 𝗡𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 」

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 Durante a confusão na praia e a descoberta de ser uma arena de um jogo de dez de copas, tudo ficou um caos como se a milícia tivesse perdido totalmente a pouca sanidade que ainda lhes restava. Eram muitas mortes e barulhos de tiros, então você não soube exatamente de onde veio, mas não deixou de reparar instantaneamente na dor aguda em sua região torácica.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 Niragi estava ocupado demais se divertindo com as mortes de pessoas inocentes para reparar em você. Relutantemente, você rastejou à procura dele.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 Você não entendia exatamente porque estava atrás dele já que a última coisa que podia esperar de Niragi era algum tipo de apoio ou ajuda, estava bem ciente de que ele era desprovido de qualquer emoção de solidariedade humana.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 Niragi e você nunca se deram realmente bem no início. Você era filha do chefe da milícia, Aguni, e ele era um puxa saco aproveitador que só se importa consigo mesmo. Mas não muito tempo atrás vocês quebraram o orgulho e ficaram juntos, por assim dizer.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 a primeira reação dele ao ver você foi revirar os olhos com algum resmungo tipo, "tá de brincadeira", ou algo do tipo.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 se perguntaria como você foi tão burra ao ponto de ser baleada ao invés de se esconder em um lugar seguro.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 nunca admitiria ter algum afeto por você mas te levaria para um quarto vazio apenas para poder morrer de uma forma mais "honrosa", sem ser no meio de vários corpos queimados.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 de daria um tiro final para evitar que você sofresse até a morte e trancaria o quarto para que não pudessem achar e queimar seu corpo.

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「 𝗔𝗴𝘂𝗻𝗶 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗻𝗼 」

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 Durante a perseguição para matar o Rei de Espadas no centro de Shibuiya, você acabou enfiando seu pé em um buraco no meio dos escombros quando correu atrás de Aguni após a explosão da farmácia, onde coincidentemente havia um enorme ferro que cortou seu tendão, impossibilitando sua locomoção.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 ao ouvir seu grito os instintos de Aguni se despertaram e ele pôde jurar que sentiu seu estômago se remexer de uma maneira ruim.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 ele estava quase inconsciente quando ouviu seu grito, então não pôde fazer muito para te ajudar, então apenas olhou para o lado e jurou parecer uma tortura ver você agonizando por um bom tempo.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 ele não é um homem de muitas palavras, então provavelmente não conversaria tanto com você, mas tentaria te acalmar do jeitinho dele.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 rastejaria para mais perto de você apenas para segurar sua mão e olhar nos seus olhos, quase como se tivesse uma conversa inteira apenas em um olhar. E você conhecia bem ele.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 sinto que em algum ponto os dois deitariam desconfortávelmente um ao lado do outro, sua cabeça sobre o peitoral dele enquanto ele alisa seu cabelo e beija sua testa sussurrando palavras doces que nem ele mesmo pensou que diria isso para alguém algum dia.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 uma lágrima solitária escorre pelo rosto dele quando escuta você falar baixinho, "eu te amo", e ali ele teve a confirmação de que vocês não teriam um futuro juntos.

ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 assim que ele a viu machucada ele imaginou que você não resistiria, não somente pelo ferimento feio mas também por outros ferimentos causados durante a luta. Ele sentiu que não poderia mais viver em um mundo onde você não estaria ao lado dele, mas mesmo com seu desejo de partir, sentiu que aquele mundo não era digno de levar mais uma vida em vão.

⊹₊˚ʚ❛A/N: espero que tenham gostado! Faz um tempinho que escrevi este capítulo, então estava perdido nos rascunhos lol. Like × reblog¡! by:: @hyunjinners .❜ɞ

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hyunjinners · 22 days

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꒷꒦ ⊹ ๑ ❛Masterlist: aib❜ =͟͟͞♡‧ ˚ ₊

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ɾყσԋҽι αɾιʂυ. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ "Sincere Relationship"

❝ ꒰ 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 ꒱ Arisu feels lucky to have someone by his side supporting him.

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ʂԋυɳƚαɾσ̄ ƈԋιʂԋιყα. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ "Headcanons Relationship With Shuntarō Chishiya."

❝ ꒰ 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 ꒱ Headcanons relationship with Chishiya before Borderland + you together in Borderland.

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ɠιɳʝι ƙყυɱα. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ (shortly. . .)

⊹₊˚ʚ❛αʅιƈҽ ιɳ Ⴆσɾԃҽʅαɳԃ ԋҽαԃƈαɳσɳʂ. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ "characters reacting to you with serious injuries"

❝ ꒰ 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 ꒱ characters reacting to you getting hurt during some bordeland game.

: ♡₊˚𓂃⠀◟ I will soon be completing the list with many more chapters! My finals week is coming to an end, so I can have more time to get rid of this creative block. Tell me what you think! ;)

꒷꒦ ⊹ ๑ ❛principal masterlist❜ =͟͟͞♡ ‧ ˚ ₊

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hyunjinners · 22 days

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Oh, God! Give me creativity for another chapter. 😭🙌

#creative block #pls help #I miss writing something creative

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꒷꒦ ⊹ ๑ ❛Masterlist: Stray Kids.❜ =͟͟͞♡ ‧ ˚ ₊

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Ⴆαɳɠ ƈԋαɳ. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ "Headcanons Relationship with Bang Chan"

❝ ꒰ 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 ꒱ Headcanons what her relationship with Bang Chan would be like - from when they met to their courtship.

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ʅҽҽ ɱιɳԋσ. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ (shortly...)

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ʂҽσ ƈԋαɳɠႦιɳ. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ (shortly...)

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ԋɯαɳɠ ԋყυɳʝιɳ. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ "Depth of Choices"

❝ ꒰ 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 ꒱ You've planned your future with Hyunjin at a prestigious university in Seoul, but your parents seem to work to your disappointment.

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ "I Thought It Was Something Else"

❝ ꒰ 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 ꒱ Hyunjin's muscles were tense from the day's efforts, he deserved proper care.

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ԋαɳ ʝιʂυɳɠ. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ (shortly...)

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ʅҽҽ ϝҽʅιx. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ "Grandparents"

❝ ꒰ 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 ꒱ Your grandparents' vacation home really is beautiful… (best friend Felix¡ x fem!reader)

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ƙιɱ ʂҽυɳɠɱιɳ. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ "Fear Of The Unknown"

❝ ꒰ 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 ꒱ Her relationship with Seungmin is perfectly healthy, but the insecurities on both sides prevent them from being clear with each other.

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ყαɳɠ ʝҽσɳɠιɳ. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ (shortly...)

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ʂƚɾαყ ƙιԃʂ ԋҽαԃƈαɳσɳʂ αɳԃ ɾҽαƈƚισɳʂ. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ "Runaway"

❝ ꒰ 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 ꒱ During a serious argument he attacks you, raising his voice with hurtful words.

: ♡₊˚𓂃⠀◟ I decided to make a small change to the profile layout! :) I think everything will be more organized when divided into stages.

꒷꒦ ⊹ ๑ ❛masterlist principal❜ =͟͟͞♡ ‧ ˚ ₊

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hyunjinners · 4 months

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hey, have you considered using the read more function in your posts? especially for the long ones? they’re really long and clog up the dash :( thank you!

Hey! How are you? I hope well ^-^

So, this option is automatic from Tumblr, which means it's already enabled on my profile. Maybe it's a small system error

But just to be safe I turned this option off and on, I hope it makes it better for you to take a look at my profile. ;) 🤍🌼

#ask #hyunjinners

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hyunjinners · 4 months

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Alright! I would like to create a story about the k-pop group Xdinary Heroes, focusing on Jooyeon. The storyline I'd like to envision involves a romantic encounter followed by a marriage proposal. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to know how this would unfold. However, if specific requests aren't accepted, I'm open to suggestions and trust in your creativity.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 - Lee Jooyeon x reader

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 - where his and Jooyeon's relationship begins in spring and a new phase begins with the opening of the flowers of the next spring… || 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 - Jooyeon x fem¡reader || 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 - established relationship, cute, happy ending, comfort || 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 - can be read as idol and non-idol || 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 - 3,08k || 𝗔/𝗡 - Hello! Well, this chapter was requested by an anonymous reader. I hope you like it and that it meets your expectations. As there was no specification of which pronoun should be used, I placed the reader as female. Remembering that English is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any spelling and/or grammatical errors. Enjoy the chapter - reviews are welcome in the comments! ;) 🤍🌼

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𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗦 had never been his strong suit, not in real life at least. From a very early age, you learned from books and stories told through other people's experiences about what love was like, but never tried to answer for herself. Love for people is like a delicate subject, with its point of view varying depending on who has experienced it.

Love was like a philosophy, being able to be diverse and never really reaching the absolute truth. Perhaps the true understanding of love has not been achieved for the simple fact that it is experienced by different people. Different minds, personalities, character and even desires. It's not a bad thing, but love is not something that should be debated, but rather vivid - and you were completely aware of that.

His love of reading was a type of love you knew him well. The need to read what you felt was like oxygen for you. You were no fanatic, but he felt that the world of reading was a world that served to give a little hope to his harsh reality. Reading is like traveling without leaving your place, it's expanding your frontiers of knowledge without having exactly too many experiences. Reading allows you to get to know a world in which people, from an early age, ignore the harsh truth that it really was.

You always carried a book with you and felt that as long as you had one in your hands, you were complete. Well, until that day in the park.

The ecological park in his city was very close to his house, allowing him to access that place almost daily. Sitting down on the grass in front of the various species of flowers that lay in front of you, you closed your eyes breathing in the moist air that spring gives you. Opening your sketchbook and notes, you began to draw the flowers that caught your attention the most.

Momentarily, your eyes look up when you hear the sound of light footsteps towards you. A tall boy, long black hair with blonde highlights and a cute smile bowed slightly towards you when he realized he felt your presence. With a slight nod, you slowly closed your notebook, curious as to why the boy was there.

"Hey, sorry to bother you. So where I was sitting there was a lot of sun and this was the closest place that had shade, so I wondered if, you know, if I can sit here with you." He rambled nervously and you giggled at how cute he was. Nodding, you moved - even if not necessary - to the side so he could sit down.

A comfortable silence settled in as he listened to music on his headphones and you went back to drawing. You loved reading, but writing was also your strong point. Putting his emotions and experiences from other readings on paper was like a form of escape for him. Next to the drawing, you began to write what came to your mind, "he loves me…your love…bloom…"

You sigh when you realize that you weren't able to finish the poem, Perhaps due to a moment of distraction, creativity evaporated from his pores and nothing he said seemed to make sense. Feeling watched again, you look to the side and the boy jumps in fright when he is caught in the act watching you. He fake coughs to try and alleviate some of his embarrassment and you didn't miss the way his cheeks were red as he looked at you with a look of mixed emotions.

"I'm sorry I looked, it was inevitable. You know, your drawings are amazing and your writing is really good, your art is really inspiring and I take my hat off to you, I really do." You laugh awkwardly, fidgeting with your hair nervously. Now you were the one blushing. "I appreciate the compliment, but I don't think it's exactly an art...I just like passing time."

"And who said it isn't? Art is everything we do with passion and devotion, externalizing it in a more visible way to others. You do it because you like it, right? Then you have your art."

You sigh, flattered and surprised. This boy was definitely his undoing from now on.

And it really was.

Jooyeon was the key in his heart that allowed him to experience, experience and believe in love. He was her love. He made himself part of his life and it became his art, his passion. Everything you did for her was with complete devotion and pleasure, wishing he felt and enjoyed the feeling of being loved and loving too. He loved you with all his might and was the kind of person who was easy to love.

E, with the blink of an eye, it had been five years since you met him and three years since he asked you to be his girlfriend. Apparently he wasn't the only one who was easy to love. He loved loving you. Ironic, but true. Jooyeon felt that her life had been shaped by the hands of destiny with the aim of loving her and making her feel important in this challenging and oppressive world. Like a gentle breeze, his zeal for you entered your pores, making you rest peacefully during your days with the knowledge that you had a home where you could return to rest if you felt alone during your journey in life.

It wasn't uncommon for Jooyeon to treat her with treats, affection and some walks, but this week, he brought out the nerves in your skin as he assured you that this time he had prepared everything for you. He stated that it was simple, but from the heart. Getting ready casually - just as he requested - but not messy, you walked to the city center where he arranged to meet you as soon as he got off work.

You saw Jooyeon standing in front of your favorite restaurant with a small white bag in her left hand and nervously looking at her cell phone in her right hand. When your eyes met, he put his cell phone in his pocket waving happily at you, an almost childish joy shining in his eyes.

You run to hug him and he catches you so hard you almost can't breathe. Laughing, you gently slapped his back, "love calm down. I can't breathe," he reluctantly pulls away, tucking a messy strand of hair behind your ear, then holding her face and placing a quick peck on her lips, as they were in a public environment.

"I thought you were going to abandon me here. I was almost leaving." He dramatically puts his hand on his heart as if it's about to break. You let out an amused laugh at the situation, hitting Jooyeon on the arm and rolling your eyes, "stop the drama. Is this all just because I took five minutes?"

He shakes his head playfully, placing his right arm over your shoulders, kissing your temple then, "You know, your 'only five minutes late' made us miss our reservation, so I had a better idea."

"Where are we going, Jooyeon?"

"Just watch, trust me."

You brush aside the hair that was stuck to Jooyeon's forehead that was stuck together because of the humid air and send a piece of egg into her mouth. He nods gratefully as you lie down next to him.

The two of you were constantly improving your relationship and trying to do new things whenever possible, but an encounter at the city's most popular sauna was surprising and a little funny. Of course, relaxing your muscles after many days of hard work wasn't a bad idea.

Playing with the hem of his shirt, you find yourself watching him. You always thought he was cute, but at the same time he was extremely attractive and his long damp hair stuck to his thick neck and his veins marking made her sigh and think about how lucky she was to have such a handsome boyfriend.

He catches her staring and laughs at her expression for being lost in thought. He strokes her hair and you close your eyes momentarily enjoying the moment. "What are you thinking, pretty girl?" You laugh at the nickname he's called you since you started your friendship. You bite the inside of your mouth and answer him with a smile, "It's nothing, just...thank you. Thank you for bringing me here today. I don't think there is another person who would make me so happy to take me to a random place just because they don't have the patience to wait for a reservation and still make me laugh with it. You are incredible, the best of all. I don't think I can live without you. Above all, you are my best friend and confidant, I feel happy to be able to share spontaneous and joyful moments like this with you."

He places a sincere kiss on your forehead before pulling you into a hug that envelops you with so much affection for the effect he has on you. You rest your head in the crook of his neck and breathe in the smell that reminded you so much of having a home. He smelled of comfort - and a hint of orange and cinnamon and it made the hairs on your arms stand up. He brushes your hair aside to whisper in your ear, like a secret only you could hear, the only one worthy of being able to share, “I love you. You are my everything and I couldn't imagine anyone else by my side. Thank you for being with me." You look at him and say before connecting your lips, "I love you too."

"I can't believe you're going to make me walk more, Jooyeon. I want to sleep," you whimper dramatically and he could swear he would explode with cuteness if he didn’t squeeze your cheeks right now. Sighing in a fake eye roll, Jooyeon bends down in front of you, "Come on, you can go upstairs." You jump and clap childishly as you climb onto his back and he continues walking. "You're really spoiled, you know that?" He tries futilely to hold back a laugh. "And you're the best in the world." You fix the ponytail you made in his hair when you were in the room - which after much insistence he allowed you to do.

"But where are we going anyway?" You asked with a cute pout resting your head on his shoulder while playing with his hair. "Look ahead, we're here." Raising your head, you saw the beautiful lighting that decorated the ecological park that you knew so well. Anxious and happy, you practically jumped off his back, grabbing Jooyeon's hand, pulling him more hurriedly.

With so much tiredness and exhaustion recently, you hadn't been able to go to the park for almost a year and you already missed the place that served as a box of personal memories and your relationship. This is where you read your first book. It was here that he discovered his passion for flowers and consequently for painting, and it was here that you met the love of your life and the person who turned it upside down in a way that you found welcome.

Sitting on the same bench where you first met, Jooyeon put her arm around your shoulders and you joined your hands, resting your head on his shoulder. Closing your eyes, you breathe in the humid, nostalgic air that that park brought at this time of year. Spring was like a box of memories for you. The best experiences of your life happened during this season, maybe that's why the flowers love it so much that they only open at this time of year, They are grateful for the beauty and grace that this season pours like a gentle breeze over them.

Observing the flowers - now illuminated by the small yellow lights that twined around the trees - you squeeze Jooyeon’s hand and pull away slightly to look him in the eyes. "Thank you for bringing me here after so long." His expression changes from happy to confused when he sees Jooyeon shaking her leg frantically while playing with her nails. You caress his knee making him stop his movements immediately. "Everything is fine?"

His nervousness reminded her of the first time she saw and her heart almost missed a beat. He throws his hair back and as if a flash of determination has cleared his mind, he looks at her with a deep and courageous look, but still sweet and calm. "I thought so much about what I could do today that I felt like a chore machine. But then I realized that with you things don't need to be planned. You are spontaneous, unique, cheerful, very intelligent and kind. I think my way of loving is quality time and with you by my side, everything becomes so easy and less tiring…”

Listening in silence, you affectionately caress his hand, absorbing every word of what is being said by him. "And I need you. I want you only for me."

"But you have me all to yourself, love." You giggle, confused and amused at how cute he looked at the right choice of words, "no, it's not just that. Not just like that. I want you all to myself... forever and ever." Jooyeon holds her hand, guiding her to stand up, then joining their hands together.

"I didn't bring you here just because we hadn't seen each other in a while, but for a bigger reason. It was here that we met for the first time… It was the first time I looked at my world, my universe. And I can say with certainty that even after these years of our relationship, my heart still misses the same beat as when I saw you for the first time."

"Jooyeon…"

"Can I tell you a secret?" You nod, your cheeks almost burning in embarrassment, "There wasn't any sun, you know, that day. Where I was there was also a shadow… I just wanted to talk to you, but I didn't have the courage to come without an excuse." He scratches the back of his head with a funny laugh, still a little embarrassed by the sincerity. "Can I tell you a secret too?" A playful smile appeared on her lips and you learned to whisper in Jooyeon's ear, "I knew there was no sun. I wanted you to talk to me too." A childish laugh leaves your lips and you feel almost light for being sincere after so long, like two teenagers discovering love.

"But I don't regret it. I don't regret lying to talk to you. You taught me the meaning of life, made me see things as a masterpiece, improving my art. You made me understand the meaning of flowers, you made me believe that 'she loves me' is more than just a child's game… and I want more. I want to be with you more, with the security that you won't escape my hands," Jooyeon kneels down, taking out a small velvet box from her pocket that held such great meaning.

Over the course of your relationship with Jooyeon, you learned that the little things are the most important things on a journey. Small moments build a relationship and, a small velvety box of crimson color, improves relationships. "Will you accept being mine forever?" You've imagined this moment your whole life, he thought he was going to cry or scream, but his only reaction was to kneel down next to Jooyeon and hug him tightly, feeling the transformation of the atmosphere into something so sincere and simple, yet very meaningful.

"You don't need to give me a speech, Jooyeon. If today you see differently because of me, It's because at some point I learned to love things because of your influence. You taught me what art is, and I learned to live my passions because of it. Thank you for making me understand the meanings of flowers."

"... so is that a yes?" Jooyeon pulls her away a little to face her. You laugh at the doubtful expression on his face, he was still your cute boy. Slowly and tenderly, you connected your lips in a delicate kiss that carried more than a thousand words in the silence of the night. With a caress on his cheek, you pull away resting your forehead on his.

"Do you still have doubts?"

A/N - It's finally out! I confess that I have a lot of chapters to do, but I already advanced this one because an idea came to me at the time. I hope that you enjoyed! I confess that I don't follow the group, but I remember the announcement when they debuted. Anyway, don't kill me if the personalities didn't match 😭 I did something really sweet on purpose, I confess that I love a sad chapter, but when I write something happy, I can't stop haha. Please leave your feedback in the comments, it encourages me ;)

P.s: For those who asked me before, don't worry, the chapters are almost ready, I should be releasing them soon so keep an eye out! (☆^ー^☆) ⊹₊˚ʚ❛like × reblog !¡ original by:: @hyunjinners ^-^ ❜ɞ

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Do you accept requests???

For sure! I just don't accept requests with heavy or suggestive themes. ;)

P.s:: Depending on the request, it may take me a while to post because sometimes I go through a creative block, but other than that, everything is fine. ^-^

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𐐪♡︎₊˚ 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 - Hwang Hyunjin x reader

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 - Hyunjin's muscles were tense from the day's efforts, he deserved proper care. || 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 - Hwang Hyunjin x reader || 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 - established relationship, cute, soft, funny || 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 - can be read with idol and non-idol, purposeful suggestive insinuation! It doesn't contain anything explicit, just humor and a cute moment between couples. ;) || 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 - 1,05k || 𝗔/𝗡 - I have a lot of chapter ideas in my head, but since most of them involve a bit of anguish, I decided to post some cute ones first. English is not my first language! Have a good read, I hope you enjoy <3 - reviews of my writing are welcome ;)

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A groan leaves Hyunjin's lips as he raises his arms, his right hand going against his left shoulder in an invalid attempt to ease his pain. His girlfriend watches him lie down on the living room couch while preparing snacks for them to watch movies together. She sighs displeased at the sight of her tired boyfriend.

It's been almost a month since Hyunjin has been coming home very late almost every day, busy with work that overwhelms him and keeps him busy until the early hours. Y/n admired the commitment he had to everything he did, always delivering the best results in his efforts. But when it started to affect him not only psychologically but also physically she had to talk to him.

He just explained with a tired gleam in his eyes that her hard work was paying off and that she didn't need to worry. Of course, she knew she would resist at first, but she couldn't help but worry about him and seeing him fidgeting on the living room couch on what was supposed to be their movie night, it made his bones ache and his heart squeeze in his chest.

Leaving what she was doing in the kitchen, Y/n cleaned the non-existent dirt from her hands by clapping them together before sitting down next to Hyunjin, He lifted her legs so she could settle next to him. "My love, do you want to go to sleep? You're tired and I promise I won't be upset-"

"No, no, no! Nothing like that, I finally arrived early this week and you already want to get rid of me?” His usual playful tone would make her laugh, but Y/n was more worried than anything else. Hyunjin gets up and wraps her in a hug, kissing the top of her head and speaking in a very low tone, his voice almost dragging in tiredness, "I promise I'm fine. I just want to spend time with the most beautiful girlfriend in the world." He laughs, kissing your cheek and then a simple kiss on your lips.

As if in a snap, an idea flashes in your head and a mischievous smile appears on your lips. Y/n quickly gets up, taking Hyunjin's hands as she pulls him towards the bedroom. Still laughing, Hyunjin looks at her confused and curious about where she wants to go. "Honey, what are you doing?" She lightly pushes him to sit on the bed while hovering over him with a loving, cheerful gaze. "Take off your shirt.”

Hyunjin's eyes widen as his voice catches in his throat. He watches her in surprise as Y/n walks towards the bathroom. "What?" He asks quietly, wondering if his tired mind made him hear wrong. "Take it off, I'll get the cream and be right back."

"What do you mean?" He stands up abruptly and feels pain in his back, making him lean lightly on the dresser next to him. His face started to heat up, his ears were red and he put his long blonde locks in front to cover them. His girlfriend enters the room with a smile and a slight expression of doubt as he is standing and clearly a little desperate. "What's wrong? Sit down. I'm sure you'll like it." She rests her hands on Hyunjin's shoulders, forcing him, albeit carefully, to sit on the bed again.

She snorts when she sees his resistance to taking off his shirt and walks around the bed, sitting behind him. She grabs the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. Hyunjin bites his bottom lip, still nervous, but leaves Y/n in control of the awkward situation. After taking it off, the girl ties his hair into a messy bun so that it is not visible from behind.

Hesitantly, Hyunjin waits for what will happen not before he feels something cold on his back, giving him a shiver, soon after feeling small, light hands massaging the area of his shoulders and neck, relief and embarrassment almost completely takes over him, not before being led to lie on his stomach so that he could facilitate the massage being distributed to his back.

He felt his muscles relax with the soft and sure touch of his girlfriend's hands, as if she knew the right spots where the pain presided in his limbs. Some time later, when his eyes were too heavy to keep open, he hears the soft sound of the lid of the jar of cream closing and a weight sinks beside him.

With his sleepy eyes already open, he finds his girlfriend looking at him affectionately with a relieved smile at finally seeing her boyfriend relaxed after days of tension and a lot of effort. He puts the shirt back on but not before pulling it up, where her head rests on his chest now covered by the thin fabric. She breathes in the scent of vanilla and medicinal cream that Hyunjin now exhales, closing her eyes as well, exhaustion finally hitting her.

"Did you like the massage?" She asks softly, hoping for a positive review from her boyfriend. With a low, sleepy laugh, Hyunjin kisses her on the forehead before speaking, "Thank you so much, I loved it. I really needed it, I think I feel a lot better now." He ponders for a moment before confessing quietly, "but I have to tell the truth, I thought it was something else. I'm sorry."

"Another thing? What do you mean" Y/n asks him, confused, but too tired to think about what it could be.

"Oh, my love… it's too embarrassing to say out loud."

A/N - I hope you enjoyed! It was a different style of chapter that I decided to write. I'll try to post the maknae line from the stray kids Headcanons that I posted a while ago! You can access the first part here. Leave your feedback, I will be very grateful <3 like × reblog!¡ original by:: @hyunjinners ^-^

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𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 - Stray Kids Headcanons

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 - During a serious argument he attacks you, raising his voice with hurtful words. || 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 - hyung_line¡ x fem!reader || 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 - angst, sad, established relationship, fights. || 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 - possible trigger, fight, offensive words (maybe swearing? idk) || 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 - ?? (I got a little carried away ;) || 𝗔/𝗡 - I really love sad themes, I think it makes me immerse myself in the story in a cool way. Remembering that these are just fictitious situations and that nothing in this chapter matches reality, in other words, just an imaginary scenario created by a fan, nothing is linked to the boys' real attitudes or personalities! Hope you like it, Remembering that English is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling errors. Have a good read! feedbacks are welcome. 🤍🌼

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𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 ¡!

You two are definitely what people identify as the perfect couple, always understanding and understanding each other, But that doesn't mean you don't have your differences. You guys don't really like to fight, usually just silly fights or small vows of silence that are eliminated at the end of the day with a warm hug and kisses with vows of love. Chan wasn't one to raise his voice and neither were you, but perhaps due to the stress of the day, this discussion became loud and noisy.

You just wanted to spend time with him, as you were busy with your work throughout the week and barely got to see each other, but he just tried to explain how much he needed to finish reviewing some tracks and that he was too tired to do that. You rebutted tiresome arguments until he simply exploded at you, "CAN YOU PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE? SHIT! I just want you out of here, can't you see that I never wanted you here?" He shouted at you and you remained static in your place. Your eyes widen and you can't swallow the lump that forms in your throat. You couldn't speak, in pure shock and, as incredible as it may seem, he was no different. Regret and worry fill his chest in an overwhelming way instantly and he feels nothing short of guilty.

He opened his mouth, stammering failed attempts at an apology, his eyes glistening with tears that matched yours, that overflowed and ran down his face. Chan's heart sank as he realized that the cause behind your tears was him, wishing you would realize that he didn't really mean it. "...all good. I'll leave you alone, if that's what you want." You spoke softly, unable and tired of debating with him. "No- love…I'm sorry, I- that's not what I meant, please…" He whispered, trying to get to you, but it was too late. You were leaving his apartment with a broken heart and a new insecurity hanging over you, wondering if during your relationship he had thoughts like this, if he felt uncomfortable with your presence. It could have been a misunderstood mistake for Chan, words spoken without thinking that he bitterly regrets, but for you, it was a new milestone in your relationship.

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 ¡!

Your relationship from the outside has always seemed a little strange. Minho is not the type to show affection in public and loves to make jokes to annoy you, but you know he means nothing and you know he respects and loves you above all else, so you never really cared about it, always taking it in stride. However, this nagging side of him gains strength when it comes to arguments and you find it particularly irritating. He has a strong temper during fights, being stubborn in his ideas and opinions, making it impossible for you to reach an agreement. You don't fight often, but when it happens, it takes you days to resolve it, out of sheer stubbornness and pride on both sides.

The stray kids' comeback was just around the corner, less than a month away and everything was moving quickly. Minho, who has always been committed to his work, he was working hard this week and his mood was technically sensitive, so to speak. You, being a good and understanding girlfriend that you are, He thought about something throughout the week to try to alleviate some of his tension, usually affection placed on your private person made everything better.

When he didn't show up at the dinner you prepared especially for him, you tried to be understanding because you knew Minho's physical and mental exhaustion. It was almost midnight when he appeared tired and sullen. He had stated that he would arrive on time, so you asked him why he was late. You remained calm throughout the conversation, but when he said he preferred to go out to eat with the boys and forgot about you, you felt the burning start to rise in your throat, "Minho, I really don't understand you. I really tried hard to see the good in you and you just act dismissive like it's nothing, as if we were nothing…” the anger was evident in your voice, but you couldn’t fight back, and apparently neither could he. He sits on the living room couch, leaning with his elbows resting on his knees as he runs his hands over his face and hair. He stands up looking into your eyes and you could see a different glow in his eyes, he was exhausted and angry.

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT IF YOU'RE SO NEEDY! I'm tired of this, if you're going to be clingy like this, stay far away from me." Her eyes flutter unconsciously, your vision blurred by the tears that accumulate. You bite your lip in an attempt to contain them, you didn't want to cry in front of him. Minho clenches his fists as he slowly watches your reaction, scared of himself. He couldn't say anything, but you knew he wanted you to stay. He was sorry. You let out a shaky breath nodding your head, “right… whatever you want.” Minho felt helpless watching you forcefully close the door of a now cold and empty apartment, his absence making him feel incomplete. He wanted to apologize, but he couldn't find words in his mind, only the fear of losing you, because he knew it was all his fault. And you, the uncertain doubt as to whether this would be a lasting relationship.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍 ¡!

You have been friends since you were very young, always supporting and helping each other and that was a good reason for you to almost never fight and if you do, They make up very quickly, reaching a consensus that they both made a mistake at some point. He was always very sweet, so usually he would apologize first, unsure that maybe you would abandon him and that hasn't changed since he asked you to be his girlfriend. And that fact scared you because of what happened. He was never really jealous, it was more like fear and insecurity, but you always assured him that you loved him and he always trusted you. But this time it was different and you didn't understand where it came from. You have been invited to an alumni reunion at your old school where you graduated from high school.

You met many old colleagues but there was one in particular that you both were somewhat uncomfortable with. The boy was an ex-boyfriend of his and tried to start a conversation with you. The atmosphere during the event got a little heavy when he clearly looked at you in a way that made you uncomfortable. At the end of it all, Changbin rushed you home and when they arrived you immediately questioned him, worried about his change in mood. Of course, you weren't stupid, you knew everything was involved in this specific situation, but you were still worried about whether he would be okay. You thought he was angry because the guy was clearly inconvenient, but when he confronted you asking why you were paying attention to him you were confused.

It was supposed to be just a conversation, but it all piled up and became a noisy mess. You didn't want to change, but he knew it was unfair for him to place non-existent blame on you and he wanted to defend himself. "Binnie, I don't understand what I did. I swear I-"

"Don't you understand?" He interrupts you, anger overwhelming him and making his next words come out unconsciously, "YOU WERE CLEARLY HITTING ON HIM! I don't even know why I'm still wasting time being with you, honestly." Silence. You watch him in silence. You felt like you didn't need to say anything else because apparently everything that was stuck in your throats was carelessly deposited one above the other, weight forming on your back. Still scared by his response, you pick up your bag that was on the coffee table and quickly walk towards the entrance. You stop abruptly when you feel your wrist held by Changbin, strong but still light so you can let go. "My love, please- I, I don't know what came over me... forgive me but please don't go." Tears roll uncontrollably down Changbin's face and it makes his heart hurt even more, but you remember that he was the reason your heart was broken in the first place. "...I need to get away from you for today, Changbin." You go out. Now there were two hearts broken by an insecurity that unconsciously generated another.

𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 ¡!

Hyunjin is definitely a hopeless romantic, so it's almost impossible for you two to fight. Of course, there is no perfect relationship, but your fights, If you can call it that, they are small arguments over silly things and, if they fight over something serious, It's discredited in a short time since you can't stand being away from each other, especially if you're fighting. You've been together for almost a year, but even with this considerable passage of time, Hyunjin hasn't taken you to meet his parents. Of course, you didn't care so much, you knew and respected the limits imposed by Hyunjin, knowing that he just wanted to be sure if it was meant to be. But with your one year anniversary approaching, you couldn't help but feel a little insecure, naughty thoughts about herself invading her head like an avalanche of worries.

It was quite late when you were sitting in your room studying as usual. You were so immersed in your duty that you missed the sound of the front door. Not long later, you hear the clanking of dishes in the kitchen and notice Hyunjin's presence. Entering the kitchen, you watch him prepare some ramen for himself, a tired expression was visible on his face and sighs constantly left his lips. He looked exhausted and your heart squeezed seeing him like this. He doesn't seem to notice his presence, huffing impatiently at the water that was heating up. You surround him from behind, your arms hugging his waist and placing your head on his shoulder. He trembles a little from the fright, leaving it a little stiff. "Hey, my love. Relax, it's me." You laugh, patting his right shoulder.

"Sorry, I'm really tired today, y/n." He walks away to get the cutlery from the cabinet, you sigh, moving away to respect his space. "You know, Jinnie… I've been thinking and our anniversary is coming up, in less than a week." He looks at you for a few seconds, seeing where you're going and then goes back to what he's doing. Okay, his disdain brought a small pang to her heart. "And I thought maybe, just maybe, Can you take me to meet your parents." His voice was a little louder than a whisper and he stopped what he was doing. He ran his hand abruptly through his hair, looking at her with a different light in his eyes. "Look, I just want to eat this ramen and sleep, I don't have time to listen to that shit again." You were trying to be understanding, but you insisted. “I know, but- but I’m afraid you’re… ashamed of me. That's why I'm insisting on the matter. I know you're tired-"

"SO WHY DON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE? If you're well aware that you're being a pain in the ass, just shut up and leave," he says all this with a humorless laugh on his lips, "Maybe I don't really want to take her to meet my parents, maybe this will make me rethink whether our relationship is really worth it." That was the last straw to spill the water in his cup of anxiety. You could no longer blame it on tiredness. You didn't mind crying in front of him, but you felt helpless. You take a step back, uselessly drying your tears. You go up and grab your bag quickly, heading towards the main door, not bothering to look back. Hyunjin pulls her towards him, lightly holding your arms and looking into your eyes. "My love, please, please don't, don't go! I was wrong, I- I really shouldn't have said that-"

"But you said it, and you can't take it back. I'm going to sleep at my friend's house. I want to get away from you as soon as possible." You cut him off, now you were the one who was tired. You hurt him too, but he cut you first and plunged the knife deep into the wound.

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𝗔/𝗡 - I'll be posting the maknae line soon! I confess that I didn't intend to write something long, but I really can't write something with less than 500 words 😭 I hope you liked it. Please don't forget to leave comments, I'm happy when I hear your opinion on my chapters ;) like × reblog!¡ original by:: @hyunjinners ^-^

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𐐪♡︎₊˚ 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗨𝗡𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪𝗡 - Kim Seungmin x reader

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 - Her relationship with Seungmin is perfectly healthy, but the insecurities on both sides prevent them from being clear with each other. || 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 - idol!Seungmin x fem¡reader || 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 - a little sad, cute, established relationship, happy ending. || 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 - possible trigger, fights, light swearing (nothing serious), lack of communication, relationship crisis, fear. || 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 - 6,7k || 𝗔/𝗡 - I had a dream about Seungmin and I wanted to create a story based on that. I just read an imagine with Seungmin being a complete asshole and I was completely disgusted (the worst thing is that the chapter was really good, love the person who wrote it), so I had to do one of him being a complete baby that he always was (even if at some point in the chapter he hurt her, but I'm just saying- 😅😉)

English is not my first language! I hope you enjoy and have a good read - feedback is appreciated. 🩵🌨️

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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘 reflects off her face, waking her up to the start of another week. You toss and turn lazily in her place on the bed, making the sheets beneath you move, becoming increasingly messy. The ease with which his body messed them up made him realize the lack of extra weight on the bed beside him. Your fingers delicately trace the now empty space beside you.

You exhale a tired sigh, opening your eyes in a sudden awakening when you realize that your boyfriend was no longer there. His hands run awkwardly through his hair with the intention of making him at least presentable before getting up. You walk still a little drowsy down the hallway, rubbing your eyes with your vision a little blurry.

As if on the right timer, you arrive just as Seungmin was getting ready to put on his sneakers and head out. As soon as he sees you he stops on his way to the apartment entrance, smiling a wide and warm smile that was reserved especially for you. He raises his arms, enveloping her in a warm hug. You rub your head affectionately against his chest, like a lost kitten. He laughs at the thought. "What are you doing up at this time?" "I just wanted to see you leave, it'll be a long time before you return at night." You speak in a low tone that's a little slurred from sleep. He smiles as his fingers rest in his messy hair, you were basically sleeping standing up. "I'll be back tonight, don't worry. When you blink, I'll be back." He assures you. "I had left a note for you on the kitchen island," he pulls you away a little to look into your eyes. "Yo-rin invited us to go out with friends tonight. What do you think?"

"I think it's more like a 'date between couples', I'm sure she's with Jun-ho. But yes. I liked the idea." He smiles, straightening a rebellious lock that fell over his forehead. "Great, I'll be there in time to take us by car, okay?" "Okay" you lean up on your toes, placing an innocent kiss on his lips, wanting to see him as soon as possible. “I love you,” you say. He connects their lips again before walking away with a smile. "Put on some comfortable clothes, I know you'll look beautiful no matter what" he puts on his sneakers before leaving.

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You fix the last details of your hair before hearing the sound of the front door closing. You hurriedly grab your bag from the bed before walking towards the living room. You look for Seungmin, finding him drinking water in the kitchen. You lean against the doorframe waiting for him to notice his presence. When done, he looked you up and down with shining eyes. You were wearing a simple black corset over a white blouse and wide leg pants, simple but perfectly beautiful for him.

He approached, pulling her hand up and spinning her around. You let out a hearty laugh during your little turn, feeling embarrassed even though she is used to hearing compliments from him daily. "Perfect. How did I get so lucky?" He rambles, talking more to himself than anything else. His hands rest lightly on your waist. Seungmin affectionately rubs your nose with yours, kissing your cheek and then your lips, giving you a short peck. "Let's go. If we're late they'll be making jokes all night." He rolls his eyes remembering the last time he was late because he was distracted by his girlfriend.

Arriving at the restaurant, you go to a more private room to which you were directed by your friends. Yo-rin and Jun-ho were sitting laughing about something they shared on their cell phones, not before they stand up to greet you properly. "Y/n, long time! How are you?" Yo-rin hugs you warmly with a wide smile on her face, being extroverted as always. "It's really been a while since we saw each other, I missed you." You return the hug, settling into your rightful place next to Seungmin. "I think Seungmin thinks we're going to steal her from him." Jun-ho comments, earning a playful eye roll from Seungmin. "Okay, we didn't come to eat?" Seungmin interrupts the teasing with a fake tone of disdain. "Come on." You laugh.

The night passed comfortably between you. You and Seungmin exchanged knowing looks during the meal as you watched Jun-ho and Yo-rin put food on each other's plates. They just looked at you confused when they heard your laughter. When leaving the restaurant, you walked to the karaoke, passing through a nearby square, lights and live music filling the atmosphere and making everything more cozy along the way. After almost an hour of singing traditional Korean karaoke songs, you sat next to Yo-rin on the couch, only hearing Jun-ho and Seungmin's slurred singing because of the amount of Soju they drank together. You let out a hearty laugh when Jun-ho fell on top of Seungmin, crying - probably due to the song's melancholy lyrics about lost love.

As soon as the song ends, they sit next to the two of you, sighing breathlessly for the last song they sang so eagerly. "What do you think about another round?" Jun-ho drawls, resting his arms on Yo-rin's shoulders, who just gave him an amused look. "What's up, guys? One more song, one more Soju." He reaches for the bottle on the table, but is reprimanded by Yo-rin who holds his arm. "That's enough for today. I think we should go, you're drunk as a skunk." She stands up next to him, resting the weight of his body on her. "We're on our way, you can enjoy it alone, lovebirds." Yo-rin gives them a wink.

"Not alright. We're going. Come, I'll help you." Seungmin stands up, taking Jun-ho from her arms. "He is sure? You weren't alone all night. It's still 9pm, you can stay a little longer without us." She asks with a confused face towards the two of you. You shake your head with a simple smile. "It is good too, Minnie has to work tomorrow and I think you're going to need help with Jun-ho, you know, he's heavy." You laugh, joining his arm with hers to leave the room right behind the boys. "All is well then."

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A week has passed since the day you left with Seungmin's friends. It was a busy week, not only for you, but also for your boyfriend. You were busy with mountains of essays one after another for your college, and he, who trained too much, barely having time to rest and most days having stayed in the dorm with the boys.

You sigh tiredly, closing your laptop after finishing another tiring study session. You get up and go to the kitchen with the intention of heating up your lunch with the leftovers from the previous day’s dinner. remembering the morning message left on post-its that Seungmin left asking you to eat well because your health is very important. You smile at the thought.

Before even uncovering the pots that held the food, his cell phone that was on top of the island vibrates showing Yo-rin's photo on the screen, you quickly pick it up to answer the call. "Hi, Yo-rin! What a nice surprise." "Hi, how are you? You know, I have an appointment near your building and I thought I would invite you to have lunch together at a nearby restaurant. We can go to the mall too. Would you be free?" You smile excited at the idea of good timing. "Of course! To be honest, I was about to prepare my lunch, So you came at a good time." "Great, I'll give you the address, meet me in 30 minutes." "Okay."

The thirty minutes were enough for you to get ready in a casual and comfortable way, wearing moss green shorts with a short white blouse to stand out with sneakers of the same color. You call a taxi in front of your building, following a route of less than 5 minutes according to the address sent. You arrive in front of tteokbokki's small restaurant, finding Yo-rin at the tables in the back. She waves at you, indicating to sit across from her.

"I'm glad it arrived on time, I just ordered it. The ttobokki here is the best! I promise you won't regret it." She says happily, placing her cell phone on the table that was in her hands until then. "I thank you for the invitation, I needed a break from studying. My teacher went crazy this week." "I found out, Seungmin told me. That's why I called you, spending the whole week working on your mind must be a pain, you have to rest for everything." A sudden doubt appears in your head when she finished explaining. "Does he know we're here?" "Let's just say...it's a girls' secret." She raises her finger towards her own mouth, as if asking for secrecy, you laugh at the funny face she made. "Okay, let's just be the two of us for today" you join in on her joke.

After eating the famous tteokbokki - which she wasn't lying when she said it was the best - you split the bill, at her insistence, leaving to walk some more. You kept the plan of going to the mall, passing through several stores trying on some things or buying others. She lets out a sudden happy squeal pulling you towards a store with a new makeup line that she mentioned seeing on 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 on tiktok. She fiddles with some products before suddenly pausing, speaking without looking you in the eye, "You know, I didn't want to say anything, because I thought it would be a little uncomfortable for you, but it's been rattling around in my head since the day we left last week." She says hurriedly, barely having time to breathe. "What do you mean? What happened?" You ask worriedly, resting your hand on her shoulder. She looks into his eyes with concern shining in them, starting to slowly wander around the store then looking at some products in distraction.

"It's just...how's your relationship with Seung going?" "So far, so good. I- I still don't understand, Yo-rin." You speak slowly, imagining that she is organizing her thoughts so she knows how to speak carefully. "You know, the day we left I noticed something strange. I had been talking to Seungmin for weeks about the idea I had of us all going out together and only after a lot of insistence did he give in and talk to you." She sighed, thinking about what she would say next. "And...during dinner or when we were at karaoke, he treated you like one of his friends, it didn't even seem like you were dating and, When I suggested the idea of you being alone, because I imagined it would be uncomfortable for him to act like that in front of us, he didn't even hesitate before denying it." You remained silent, trying to understand her line of reasoning.

"I understand your concern, Yo-rin, but I think you got it wrong," you try to smile, but it was flawed, only a ghost of a smile appeared on your face. "Minnie isn't exactly the biggest fan of PDA and I respect that about him, nothing more." His attempt to convince her seems to be of no use, since she just looks at you like you're not listening to her. "It's not just that, it's just…" she lowers her voice, now looking away from her feet, "In his past relationships, this wasn't a problem. He's never been this distant with anyone before. Besides, he barely lets you go out with his friends. At first I was understanding, since he had just gotten out of a difficult relationship, I thought he didn't want to rush things. But now it's weird. You've been together for almost two years and it seems like he wants to hide you from us." Her reaction about her is silent, making you reflect.

"I don't want to put the wrong ideas in his head, but you see, he's been busy working this week. Did he call you in the meantime? He usually does this when he misses you or is worried." A lump forms in your throat and your mouth goes dry, making you swallow your saliva with difficulty. "He- he leaves notes in the morning and sometimes sends messages at night…” you respond in a low voice, your chest was starting to hurt from how tight it was. His thoughts were racing. "You see? It worries me! I try to talk to him, but he just ignores me when I bring it up." She looks at you, waiting for an answer, but only receives silence in return. "Okay, I think- I think we better go, okay?" She puts her hand over your left shoulder, guiding you out of the store. "I think so." You practically whisper, your voice disappearing into your throat.

His plan was to spend the rest of the day peacefully, but that didn't happen. You knew Yo-rin would never say anything to affect you - not on purpose, of course - but his words were eating away at your mind and insecurity grows in your chest. Her mentioning Seungmin's previous relationship really bothered you. He had mentioned it to you once, explaining it in a shallow way and, after that conversation, you wonder if the reason he didn't tell you in detail is because he doesn't trust you. You blindly trusted Seungmin without hesitation, but the burning you felt in your eyes and the sweat that formed on your hands were clear signs that you were very insecure, and again her thoughts took her like monsters, making her reflect and question details of her relationship so far.

You try to finish some work you intended to do before the due date, but all you can see and feel is that something is now wrong. You don't want to think, but it can't help but cross your mind that it's somehow your fault.

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The wonderful smell of banana pie enters your nostrils making you feel hungrier. You bow slightly in thanks to the cashier before walking out the door of the small bakery with two cups of coffee and pieces of Seungmin's favorite pie. It had been two days since the day you met Yo-rin. You didn't mention your date with Seungmin, not that you were hiding anything, I was just afraid you'd upset him by telling him something so irrelevant while he was away working. Your nerves hadn't calmed down at all since that day, but you were trying to distract yourself, thinking it better not to make hasty decisions.

You wanted to prove to yourself that everything was okay so, for that, you decided to surprise Seungmin by visiting him at JYP. Maybe it was hasty, but you knew he would be happy. You try to hide the excited smile that insisted on appearing on your face. Arriving at the entrance of the company, you pull out your cell phone, dialing his number. Some rings resounded signaling that it was calling. The call dropped. You called once again and were getting a little worried for fear that he wasn't at the company or that something had happened. After several taps, finally you hear his low and slightly slurred voice, he was probably tired. "Hey. Did something happen?" He speaks quickly. Your breath catches in your throat and your mind insists that maybe it wasn't a good idea, he looked anxious and tired. "H-hi, no- nothing happened. Just...I thought I'd stop by the company to give you a coffee and some cakes, I was wondering if you'd already eaten anything." His voice disappeared from his throat. You were afraid to tell people you were at the company, afraid of what might happen.

"It's okay, there's no need. I ate well, I promise. Look, I- I have a lot to do, so…” he sighs, you got the signal. A strange cold hits your belly and your eyes water. You didn't know exactly why you wanted to cry, but you felt like you were excluded. "Not alright. Sorry to call unannounced." You hoped he didn't notice his weak voice. "Okay, don't worry. Tomorrow I will be home early." He hangs up and you feel like your head is spinning. You keep your cell phone in your pocket, now with a cold coffee in his hands and a tight heart almost coming out of his mouth. You can't cry, not here, not now. Are you strong… 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?

The next day you were discouraged, maybe this was your new routine this week; waking up and realizing that deep down you are afraid that your previously so perfect relationship might just be a sham, that you were a hobby. You had nothing to do, it was a boring day. The weather was rainy and the cold wind blew against her skin through the open window. It felt like the universe was actually conspiring against you, even the weather was really hazy, matching your thoughts. On days like this there was only one thing you could do.

You unlock the bike that you hadn't used in a long time, you had to clean your hands of the dust that spread along the chain that held it. Riding it, you pedaled quickly, feeling a small sting in your nose from the cold wind. Securing it to the small bike rack, you entered the place with bad lighting, where only the red, white and blue tones of the machines make you have minimal vision. The arcade was definitely the strangest place to calm down, but for you it was nostalgic and relaxing. Sometimes you felt like a child who went out to play when there was a fight at home. By placing the tokens inside the claw machine, you let yourself go for hours, changing the toys and carrying lots of gifts home.

You close the door behind you with your foot, your arms filled with bags loaded with various teddy bears and other small toys. You leave your bags on the living room floor, desperately wanting a shower. Opening the bedroom door, you hear the sound of the shower turning off and a voice shouting from inside the bathroom, "darling?" You stopped in the same place. You wanted to walk around leaving the room and pretend it was just the wind, but at the same time you wanted to hug him and say you missed him. Because you felt it, a lot. "Hi, Minnie. I'm here." Seconds later you hear the sound of the shower turning on again. You wondered if he really cared that you were there, but you wouldn't torture yourself like that. Lying down, it feels like the effort you put into riding your bike has come to a head, your eyelids becoming heavier and your vision darkening.

Your eyes slowly open at the delicate rocking of your shoulder, caused by a pair of large, light hands, touching you as if any sudden action would break you. A little more attentive to your surroundings, you see Seungmin crouching in front of you with his hand caressing your shoulder. "Love, get up, please." You stood up lazily, running a hand over your face. "What time is it?" "About 6:00 pm, probably." He replied in a low tone, not wanting to alarm you. "I'm sorry for waking you up, but I need to talk to you." Seungmin sat next to him, looking into his eyes with concern and affection. "...I don't- look, I wanted to apologize to you for what happened yesterday. I know we didn't talk properly this week because of me, and I felt bad for hanging up the call so quickly. I want to redeem myself." He speaks slowly, paying attention to see if you understood everything he said.

You sigh, not knowing whether from relief or exhaustion. Your eyes fill with water and you want to disappear from his face because you look so fragile. You bite your bottom lip, looking down at your hands that were resting in your lap. You feel his strong arms wrap around you in a hug that is a little awkward, but still comforting. You reciprocate, giving in to his affection. You inhale the smell of the moisturizer he usually applies after a shower, feeling small for realizing that you needed to be in his arms. He extends his hand over your hair, stroking it delicately, with so much love and care that it made your bones ache to think about what it would be like to no longer be able to feel his love. He whispers softly to you, "I plan to show you something. I'll give you some time to shower and get dressed, I'll be waiting in the living room." You pull away, looking at him confused. "Where are we going?" He smiles, his eyes shining with admiration. He runs his fingers over your cheek, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. "For a good surprise."

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You watch in the distance as small yellow lights shine through the branches. You were still in the city, but in a somewhat reserved place, close to a small piece of sea. Turning off the engine, he walks around as he gets out of the car and opens the door for you, his gentlemanly gestures never dying, eliciting a sincere smile from you for the gesture. He goes ahead, guiding her to a small restaurant that is located on the water's edge. It was beautiful, the lights scattered around the room where the tables were located made everything seem comforting. The place seemed to be a kind of 'acquaintances only environment', as Seungmin nods knowingly to the lady inside the store.

He points to a table asking you to wait for him. When he returns, he sits across from you, starting a conversation by asking how his day was. You try to avoid saying that the reason for your bad mood was technically attributed to him, just saying that you went out to distract your mind. He tells you how his week was and how this part of training is being pushed before the stray kids comeback and you sag a little in your chair, feeling like he was getting in his way that time, like an added weight to the whole problem he was going through. You didn't want to make it too obvious, so you just smiled and motivated him by saying how good he is at what he does. After eating the delicious food, he walked with you to a bridge not too far away, where he had an incredible view of the biggest buildings in Seoul.

You walked side by side and at some point you linked your pinkies, not wanting him to be uncomfortable with closer contact. He looked at his hands with a frightened expression, as if this was new to him. His stomach dropped and his smile fell a little, but he couldn't show it. He pointed to a specific place on the bridge where he wanted to observe the view, walking a little faster, letting go of your hands. You swallowed hard, this was no time to think about that.

You joined his side, resting both hands on the bar in front of you. Seungmin looked mesmerized by the lights that decorated the city at night, matching the stars. You watched him absorbed in thoughts about him, about how incredibly cute he looked in this dark brown trench coat that highlighted his eye color and made him look like the main love interest in a drama, or how his fluffy hair made him incredibly attractive. You loved him, and you wanted him to know that. The words instantly spring to his tongue, as a desperate prayer for the support of your relationship, "...I love you." You whisper, breaking the silence that had been established until then, just the cold wind blowing over you. He stops for a few seconds, looking into your eyes and giving you a light smile. He holds your hands in his, with a lost look pondering on his face. Her breathing hitched suddenly, her chest hurt.

You remove your hands from his, he then looks at you confused, not understanding the reason for the gesture. “Do you love me, Seung?” His voice sounds broken, wavering with every word spoken. Seungmin's eyes widened, doubt and worry shining in his eyes. "Of course darling." "... so why don't you say it?" Silence. A bitter silence that you didn't want to experience, wasn't what you wanted. A lone tear fell down your cheek, exhaustion overflowing from the latest past events. "Where did that come from? What's going on?" You laugh humorlessly, wiping the tear uselessly as more insisted on constantly descending. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨? Everything is happening, Seungmin!" You suddenly burst out, not raising your tone because they were in a public environment, even though it was almost empty.

"Why- why don't you ever say you love me? I express my love for you and the only thing I get in return is silence." He looks at you scared, but without saying a word. He reaches out to touch your arm, but you painfully take a step back. He lowers his hand slowly, sighing. "It's not that-" "so what happened?" You interrupt him. He falls silent, swallowing nervously. He ponders his answer for a while, looking down. "... It is complicated." You clenched your fists in disbelief, not in anger, but in disappointment. "Yo-rin was right… I can't believe it." You mumble, wiping away your tears as you turn your back to him.

He raises his head, confused by the mention of his childhood best friend's name. Before you could take another step, he stops in front of her, looking straight at you. "What does she have to do with it?" Now it was your turn to ponder, sighing as you look at the water, avoiding staring at him at all costs. "We hung out a few days ago and talked about our relationship. She told me she was worried that you were being cold to me, avoiding showing people that I'm your girlfriend. At first, I didn't want to believe it, but she was right about some things," you stare back at him, where he listened to you with a mix of feelings; fear, worry, sadness, anger. Everything was apparent in his physical and bodily expression and you wanted this discussion to end, but everything needed to be clarified, "she said that you were never so cold towards someone, that you were different in your other relationship. That hurt so much, Seungmin. It makes me wonder if the problem was with me," your voice broke and you felt afraid that you wouldn't be able to speak.

"I've never had problems with insecurities in our relationship but it's hard not to think about it when you treat a trainee with perfect, enviable beauty so affectionately and act different like that. a mere student... I can't keep this to myself anymore, Seungmin." Seungmin wants to speak, but his arguments catch in his throat, his vision blurred by the tears that were in his mouth. You just nod, too tired to fight, gripping the strap of your bag tightly before walking past him. "Where- where are you going? You're driving with me." He shouts in your place, not worried about clarifying your doubts, but rather where you are going. 𝘚𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺, you think. "I'll go by taxi." And then you go, leaving him alone at the edge of the cold water under the lights of Seoul.

You lay on your bed, curled up in the fetal position, feeling more tears wet your face. The feelings were confused inside, you felt a strange relief that he finally knew your feelings, but the fear and anguish that Yo-rin was really right predominated without pause, making you experience double emotional exhaustion. Your cell phone vibrates next to you, you pick it up after several rings. There were messages from him.

𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 🐶🤍: I'm afraid you want space. I'm going to sleep in the dorm with the boys today, don't worry.

You sigh. It would be a long night's sleep.

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"Everything will be fine, you're amazing." Her friend Nayeon massages her shoulders, an act to uselessly ease her tension. The dressing room was a mess, people running from one side to the other arranging clothes and makeup. Today was a very important day for many fashion students, including you. A small fashion show planned for months where students presented their creations to be evaluated by the most respected professors on campus, in addition to important presences such as businesspeople and industry scouts. It was a very important day and the tension from his fight with Seungmin two days ago wasn't helping anything. During those two days, he stayed in the dorm and you didn't speak to each other again. You were sad and relieved that Seungmin didn't say anything to you, perhaps to give you space or out of fear of what might happen if you try to talk again.

You shallowly told your friend Nayeon how you fought with Seungmin after she confronted you about why you were acting so distracted and tired. She was understanding, giving a little speech about how fights like this are normal in relationships and that you would soon sort things out. You didn't take much faith, but agreed just to end the matter. You couldn't let personal matters get in the way of your work, not on this day. Only the best students were selected to have the opportunity to present their work and you passed with honor and praise. Your teacher announced your selection with pride and you couldn't be happier for the opportunity you've been given.

A thought quickly crossed your mind, imagining what it would be like if you weren't fighting with Seungmin, If only he was here to support her and tell her how proud he is. It makes you sad. Nayeon stops massaging her shoulders when she feels them more tense. "Honey, relax. Important people will be here today and you need to at least look presentable when they ask to see the creator of the best collection." She said with a playful smile on her face. "Now get up, hold your head high and show who the talent in this place is, you hear?" You smile at her sincerely, grateful for her generosity. "You're right, today is going to be a memorable day." You walk to your seats in the front row when they announce the start of the parade. Your pieces will be one of the last, so you are calmer at first. The lights go out and everything begins. It's no wonder that the best were selected for this, the pieces are truly incredible and vivid, you can't deny it.

It was time for your creations to appear and you were afraid of people's reactions. Nayeon squeezed his arm gently, a silent warning that you were doing well. When it was all over, the applause resounded loudly throughout the place and, as soon as the lights came on, your hands froze in place when you saw who was in front of you. Seungmin clapped happily when he saw his collection at an event like this. He was happy and proud, unlike two days ago when he left her distressed and without answers. She wanted to disappear and pretend she didn't see him, but when your eyes met, it was as if you could see the feelings he carried inside, longing to have you close to him. It was a short period of time before the event ended and his nerves were on edge. People were getting up and in the middle of the movement you saw Seungmin walk up to you, before he opened his mouth to say something, you nodded towards the backstage, asking him to follow you.

You guide him to sit at the dressing table that was in an unoccupied dressing room. You close the door, sitting across from him. A slightly uncomfortable silence settles in the room as you play with your fingers in your lap, an attitude you did when you were nervous. "I'm proud. You are extremely talented and my heart was happy when I saw that your talent was finally recognized." He breaks the silence by speaking in a low tone. You stare at him, formulating a decent response. You didn't want to be rude, but you were still upset with him. "Thank you." His voice was so low that if he hadn't been so close he might not have heard it. And once again silence fell, but not for long, as he spoke again, this time catching your attention more abruptly. "When I was a trainee I met a girl," you lift your head, curious as to what he's getting at, "we became friends, one thing led to another and we ended up becoming romantically involved," he pauses, watching your reaction carefully.

"She wasn't my first girlfriend, but she was the first one I thought I would actually move forward with. I treated her very well, being the example of a drama boyfriend," He tries to make a joke but you just look away, he sighed. "One day, I intended to take her to meet my parents and then she just attacked me. He said that I needed to change, that if I continued being this 'soft idiot' no one would ever stay, that no one wants someone so needy around. She broke up with me a few days later." His eyes met yours and you didn't know what to say, it was all so sudden. "It ended up that a few months later she got involved in a fight at the company and had to give up on her debut, leaving the company... It's not that I don't love you, dear… I'm afraid of losing you if I get too close. You are the most important person in my life and I don't know if I can imagine my life without you. I need you." His voice cracks, making him feel small. You lean in to wipe away the tears running down his face.

Not holding back, you hugged him warmly, longing and relief enveloped you in a loving way. You kissed his forehead and whispered while stroking his hair. "I would never leave you, I'm the one who needs you. I'm sorry- I'm sorry for not listening to you sooner." You cry together, relieved to have cleared things up. You still felt guilty for not listening to him, you felt selfish, but seeing how sincere he seemed, you thought you could give yourself a chance. He pulls you away, cupping your face so he can kiss you more easily. He held her with love, feeling her soft lips fit perfectly over his like pieces of a puzzle to which he was predestined to be united until his last breath of life. He brushes two more pecks on your lips before separating, taking in the air.

"I had a fight with Yo-rin…so I thought I had to at least settle it with you." He commented suddenly, making you look at him with concern. "Did you- did you fight because of me…?" He holds your hands, stroking them for you to relax. "It's not your fault, She's the one who needs to measure her words, that's all." His tone becomes more serious for a moment. You just nod in understanding. You are interrupted by Nayeon abruptly entering the dressing room. "Girl, I looked for you everywhere! The professor is behind you, a Japanese businessman is interested in your work and wants to talk to you." She smiles excitedly. It seems like things have really worked out.

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"Minnie!" You jump into his arms, the suitcase sliding away almost falling. He spins you in his arms, filling your face with chaste kisses as a manifestation of his longing. "Calm down, calm down! We're going to fall." He laughs, placing you on the ground. "I've been waiting for this for weeks, you know." You kiss him again, happy to finally see him after months. Eight months passed after everything happened and things were happening naturally. The boys were taking off with their new mini album for JYP Japan and you were visiting him in Shibuya, Taking advantage of the fact that she was on a business trip, she was hired to design the newest collection for a successful Japanese brand. You couldn't be more proud of each other. After a long and tiring flight, your boyfriend met you in your hotel room to welcome you.

"I know you're tired," he begins, looking with his puppy dog eyes, "but I need to take you to a very important place. And, before you deny it, it’s in your best interest, so…” you watch him curiously, reading his expression. "All is well then." You smile, hugging him once again.

It was night when he picked you up in your room that same day. The moon was full and bright and the weather was mild for it being spring. You passed through beautiful places and interesting streets before arriving at the place he had initially thought of, taking several memorable photos along the way. Holding your hand, he pulled you towards a slightly more reserved place, where trees with cherry blossoms lay, your favorites. You were amazed looking around you, the lighting made everything more exciting and charismatic. "Is this where you wanted to take me?" You ask smiling after sitting on a wooden bench beneath the trees. "Did you like it? The boys researched the best places for a romantic walk and I could only say thank you." A wide smile graces his features. He looks down at his feet, his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his mouth and his forehead couldn't stop sweating. "Baby... are you okay? We can go back if-

"no no! I'm fine, I just- I just wanted to tell you something." He looks at you, piecing together fragments of the speech he's practiced for hours in front of the members..

"I want to be honest with you. I've rehearsed this moment thousands of times and I still think I'm going to stutter as soon as I open my mouth." He gathers his courage and continues, you watch him curious and confused. "Some time ago, I was afraid of losing you. My life revolves around you and I was scared of losing you if you left. I realized that we only know for sure if something will last if we have the attitude to hold on to it and make sure it's yours." You watch him take a small marsala-colored velvety box from your pants, your eyes fill with water as you realize the reason for all this, for every planned part of this day. "My love, do you agree to become my priority forever?" He opens the small box, revealing two beautiful silver rings with details in pink stones.

You hug him, wetting his shoulder with the tears you shed in happiness. "Of course I do, darling." You were ready to become his permanently. He was yours and you were his, and no one would separate you, neither doubt nor fear, you would face the unknown together, because you love each other.

A/N_ I usually don't leave comments at the end of chapters, but after all this I think it's worthy of reactions. Okay, what was that? I swear I've never written a chapter this long and I confess I was proud because I didn't intend to make it this long. Please don't feel angry with Yo-rin 😭, she just wanted to help even though she acted like a bitch, that's it- but whatever. Like × reblog ¡ by:: @hyunjinners ^-^

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.ᨘ۫.🌨️ ۪→ 𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦

( 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬; ) Your grandparents' vacation home really is beautiful…

( 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ) best friend¡Felix x fem¡reader

( 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 ) fear, terror, sad (maybe-)

( 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ) trigger, the subjects addressed are somewhat difficult - blood, mention of death, torture (the chapter does not keep its focus exactly on the friendship between the reader and Felix), a terrifying parallel universe, fictitious address mention!

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⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

( 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘; )

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ English is not my first language! Risks of spelling errors!

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ I will be grateful for feedback from readers 💙

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ I explored a different universe and theme in this chapter, focusing on a more "scary" subject, so to speak. I hope you like it and have a good reading 💙🌊

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𝗖𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 has definitely always been my specialty. Just the sound of cutlery touching when I prepare the meal or the sound of butter melting in the pan brings me a feeling of being at home.

My grandparents always loved my food so, whenever I can, I prepare something light and healthy for them.

"Grandma, what do you think if I make Ratatouille for lunch? I saw a really easy recipe and it has all the ingredients in there." I smile at the lady sitting at the counter across from me as we eat our tofu omelette.

"I think it would be a good idea. I think your grandfather would like it, he needs to innovate in his taste." we laughed at the comment.

"True! I think these weeks that I've been here have been the greatest luck for you." I say playfully. Since I was a little girl, my grandmother has always been a great cook, always preparing my favorite dishes with great care and love. Now as time goes by, this task has become tiresome for her and I am more than happy and grateful to repay her for all those years of care, if only for a few weeks.

After we finish eating breakfast, I clean up the entire kitchen and go upstairs to study for my entrance exam.

Particularly these vacations came in handy, although I don't stop my study routine, I can still do everything calmly and without pressure or the weight of many responsibilities.

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After a long day of studying, I lay peacefully on my bed while listening to flower by Jisso. Drumming my fingers to the beat of the music, I startle when I suddenly hear loud backing outside my room.

Startled, I remove my phone and quickly get up towards the door, still a little dizzy from the sudden rise. Hesitantly turning the doorknob, afraid something has happened to my grandparents, I open the door to find my grandfather standing with his back to me, staring at something at the ceiling.

Looking up, I follow his gaze to the attic door. I sigh relieved but still confused by the event.

"Grandpa, what are you doing? It's already 20:00 at night, you can't be wandering around! Do you know how scared I was?" I face him with my hands resting on my hips. He turns to me with a lost look and a slight smile.

"I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry. I was looking for your grandma, I couldn't find her anywhere."

"Do you want help looking for her?"

"no need, dear. She must be in the garden, I haven't looked there yet. Sleep tight." He walks away still with a lost face, leaving me even more confused behind.

"Could it be that it expired?... I hope not." I go into my room, closing the door and finishing my occupations.

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"Are you kidding? I freaked out on that part. I think you should see a psychologist."

"or a psychiatrist…" Felix speaks softly but loud enough for me to hear. Every day I video chat with my best friend Félix. He has always helped and motivated me, even more so when I was tired from studying.

"But seriously, I have to stop freaking out at 3:00AM because of the series. I think I'm going to end up waking my grandparents up at some point."

"or getting rid of dark circles. Dude, you live studying! You were supposed to be dead tired at dawn, not freaking out because his favorite fictional character took off his shirt." he rolls his eyes scolding me.

"And it's my fault that he's so handsome? I think you're blind, little boy."

"Shhh! Shut up. Go rest, seriously. I have to leave to run some errands at work, so bye." he blows me a kiss hanging up the call before I can even say goodbye. I close the notebook sighing in exhaustion. "Maybe he really is right", I think.

I leave my room in search of some water, but I stop as soon as I notice the attic door I saw earlier ajar. I narrow my eyes, finding the situation odd. Getting closer, I pull the small cord present in the small door, thus going down the access stairs.

Entering the room slowly, I look for anything that can light the room, thus finding a lamp. With the environment already lit, I look around assessing the state of the place.

"look…I thought it would be worse." I think aloud, recording every detail around me. Usually in macabre movies everything is so dusty and smelly, but everything was incredibly clean and organized.

I sit in the armchair that was right under the long lamp. Straight ahead was a small coffee table, with just a photo album on top of it. I smile thinking that I would find teenage photos of my grandparents or childhood photos of my mother.

As soon as I take it in my hands, I slide my fingers through the crimson colored cover that had a fuzzy thickness. As soon as I open it, I read a handwritten dedication on the first page and smile as soon as I finish reading.

❝For all the moments we had together, I can't leave them engraved only in my heart, that's why I dedicated this book to her.

— Joseph M.❞

"how cute." I say but as soon as I turn the page my words fall apart and I feel my throat slowly closing up. "What? …What the fuck is this?” I widen my eyes as I look at the disturbing photos. I see my grandmother tied up with her head bleeding while she is lying apparently unconscious on the floor. In shock, I feel tears running down my eyes. My breath hitches in my throat as I feel my vision blurring. The book falls from my hands and with it, something also falls next to it.

Hesitantly, I slowly look at it and see some sort of cartouche. As soon as I take it in my hands, I let out a desperate scream, throwing it away.

Nails.

Ten in total. Real human nails…

Full of dried blood and arranged according to finger order.

Washing myself off the floor, I run as quickly as possible to my room. Locking the door, I grab my cell phone with my hands still shaking and breathing unevenly.

"hello? Yes, yes, I need you to come to 36 Morrow Road as soon as possible. I-I saw something strange, please…come quickly." I run a hand through my hair, trying to calm myself down, to no avail. I lift my head as soon as an idea comes to mind. My mom.

I open my notebook waiting for the call to load.

"Mom! Mom, help me."

"hey, hey, honey! What there was? Why are you crying? You're all red."

"Mommy, I-I...I-I don't know what to do."

"calm! Take a breath and tell me what happened." She says in a calm tone, being understanding. I would appreciate it if it were another situation, but I'm too desperate to take it easy.

I hear a noise outside my window, which overlooks the backyard by the lake. Again I see my grandfather standing, this time facing the peaceful lake, only instead of confusion, I feel despair and fear…a lot of fear.

"Mom, Grandpa's been acting weird II...I found some weird pictures in the attic. And there was blood...a lot of blood." without my control, more tears stream down my face and I can swear I'm close to having a breakdown.

"my love... what do you mean your grandfather?"

"Yes, my grandfather…he's standing in the yard, staring and…why are you looking at me like that?"

"daughter…I don't know how to say it, but…her grandfather died three years ago. After my mother disappeared he…killed himself in the lake in front of our old house."

"…Excuse me?"

A/N_ I know Halloween is over but I couldn't help but post something more related to the theme. I hope you enjoyed it and feedback is very welcome. 🤍

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.ᨘ۫.ꪶ 🌊 ۪→ 𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢̄ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

( 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: ) Headcannons relationship with Chishiya before Borderland + you together in Borderland.

( 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ) Shuntarō Chishiya x Fem¡reader

( 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 ) Fluff, cute, comfort.

( 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ) mention of death and Borderland stuff, you know.

( 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 ) 1459 (approx.)

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.ᨘ۫. ۪→ This chapter was written almost two years ago, so maybe my writing is a little different than usual.

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ Remembering that English is not my first language! There may be some spelling or grammatical errors, so I apologize in advance.

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ Feedbacks are appreciated! 💙 Have a good read. ˙˚ʚ₍ ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ ₎ɞ˚

✶ ˖ ࣪ ਏ 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗠𝗘𝗧 ਓ 🌨️ ۪ ♡ ۫

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ To be honest, the way they met was quite cliché. You have always been passionate about medicine and the first opportunity you had, you couldn't help but study this profession.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ You were always first in your high school class, so it was no different in college. Exemplary, punctual, polite, hardworking and, obviously, very smart. It didn't take long for you to complete your internship at a university hospital. To be clearer, because of your intelligence as a healthcare professional, she was one of the youngest students to do an internship.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ The first time he saw Chishiya was in the doctors' break room. You were interested because he was a pediatric cardiologist. You couldn't stop thinking about how a strong and mysterious man like him could deal with children so easily, especially in such critical states that most of his patients were in.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ It was difficult for you to engage in a conversation with him, as he felt more comfortable with patients than with his co-workers themselves. And it was even more surprising when he started a random topic with you when you coincidentally got coffee from the espresso machine at the same time.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ In his opinion, you were too dull for someone like him to get to you...but he proved the total opposite. Chishiya actually thought you were the most interesting in that place. A Brazilian exchange student who was able to stand out so brilliantly in that place. It was fascinating for him to see a woman a little younger than him be so bold and smart.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ It was always the same, an exchange of words when they were resting, an exchange of glances when they bumped into each other in the corridors. Until you, unexpectedly, asked for his number. This surprised both of them, but especially you. She was always so into herself, despite being smart, social issues weren't exactly her strong suit.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ Over time, you started going out, becoming more and more friends. Despite being opposites, you had more unusual than you thought. They were both determined in their goals and ambitions, they always help those they really care about, perhaps you more than him, but it is still a common topic.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ After 6 months of friendship, the familiarity and comfort between you only grew... and other feelings too. I couldn't deny it, initially neither of them had any romantic interest in each other, just admiration. But with time, you understand Chishiya and he loved the feeling of having someone who truly understood him and didn't judge him.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ He honestly didn't feel comfortable talking to anyone, but even though it wasn't common, you were the only one he felt safe opening up to without any fear. To him you were like an angel, always there to help him and sometimes he wondered if he was there in the same way for you.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ You were always very honest with your feelings so it wasn't a taboo for you. But you loved the way he treated you. You felt unique, special. And that was exactly what you were to him.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ You are definitely made for each other and can clearly be soulmates in living form. After a year of friendship, their feelings could no longer be hidden. They both knew they loved each other so it wasn't difficult to declare each other.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ It was so simple, but so special for you. They were happy to finally have a weekend off and decided to celebrate together. You usually went to your favorite restaurant, since he always let you choose, but this time they decided to just prepare a simple dinner together and then sit on their terrace to drink some wine while talking about trivial matters.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ His chair was very close to Chishiya's chair. Both were slightly drunk, you a little more, but the two of you weren't exactly sober. You placed your glass on the small white table that was in front of you. You adjusted your leg that was resting comfortably on Chishiya's thigh.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ You looked at each other for a while without saying anything. You knew that words didn't need to be described for this moment. A comfortable silence reigned between you, until it was broken with a statement from Chishiya. "You can." "What?" You asked calmly, but still confused. "You can do it, whatever you're thinking, I don't care." He said in his usual low and calm tone. "...same?" You said. "...same."

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ You wasted no time and approached, still calmly, his lips. At first it was a slow and deep peck, which deepened into a real kiss. Still with your lips connected, you climbed onto Chishiya's lap, overcome with emotion. He didn't complain, just squeezed her waist in confirmation, wishing more than ever that I could repeat this moment over and over again.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ You didn't know that this kiss could trigger such an admirable and true relationship between you.

✶ ˖ ࣪ ਏ 𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗬𝗔

( 𝗶𝗻 𝗕𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 ) ਓ 🌨️ ۪ ♡ ۫

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ You merely remember the day you arrived together with Chishiya in Borderland. Maybe it was like a blur, but the only thing he remembers was that you were together. Chishiya merely felt guilty for joining you in this. He thought that, Maybe if you weren't with him, you wouldn't be in this horrible place knowing you could die at any moment. Of course, both he and you are too intelligent to die suddenly, but it's still an event.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ You were slightly scared by how much he closed himself off after entering Borderland. In fact, he was always a little closed off to people, but never to you. Now on the beach, he didn't treat you with so much affection in front of people. He didn’t treat you badly, but he wasn’t the affectionate type like he used to be.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ but he didn't behave like that because he doesn't love you anymore, but rather so that you wouldn't be an easy target if someone wanted to hurt you, for example, the Niragi or the militia itself. You understood him and only helped him when he needed it.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ He wasn't surprised when you did so well in games, both physical and rational. You were a great athlete in high school and that was one of the many reasons he didn't care about your death.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ A very important topic in your relationship is trust, which means you tell each other everything. Which led to his great disappointment when he betrayed Arisu and Usagi behind his back. He knew that you hate people who use others, or take advantage of the most innocent, so he didn't tell you anything about his plan.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ When the mess at Praia started, you were still fighting with him, which made him worried. The only thing he knew how to do was think about you. He thought that maybe because you were in such a delicate moment emotionally, you weren't reasoning correctly.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ After he found you and saw that you were okay, he became calmer. So he just dragged you along the beach to find a way to get out of there and to do that they knew they needed to act rationally and not just physically.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ After he explained that he took the letters just to see you well and free from that horrible place, you forgave him. Your relationship was finally stable, and even though you were worried about the picture cards, you were okay being together.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ After the chaos on the beach and the fact that you were separated from the rest of the group, you had many existential and anxiety crises. He helped you as much as he could with this, even more so when he realized that his support meant a lot to you.

𐐪♡︎₊˚ _ No matter where you were or what phase you went through, as long as you are well enough to finally get out of there together, you will be happy.

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