#and fuck u soojung

[whats-wild-to-you]

just finished reading chapter2 of dr daredevil & i’m loving it and bestie soojung 🥰🥰 so warm & kind even tho they are not close anym

also chaeyeon slaaayyyyy (fuck jaebeom fr tho)

thank u for ur hard work as always writer nim, hope u have a great weekend 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Awww 🥰 thank you 🥹 I wish you a great weekend as well 😘😘😘

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song drabbles

A glimpse into Soojung and Taehyung’s life 

kim seokjin x reader (or should I say kim taehyung x baek soojung 🤣)  warnings; discussion of seokjin’s potential micropenis (I’m so sorry for disrespecting u like this king)   words; 925

Takes place during chapter v

↪︎ read the series here / and drabbles here

“What do you think they’re doing right now?” 

Taehyung looked up from his phone, shrugging at Soojung who was lying in bed next to him. “I don’t know. It.” 

Soojung hummed in agreement and Taehyung took that as a sign for his eyes to fall back to his screen. The conversation must be over now. It had been ongoing since he’d dropped by four hours ago. 

“Do you think I should text her tonight or wait until tomorrow?” 

Taehyung sighed. Silly him, they were still talking about Y/N’s sordid week. “I think you should wait until tomorrow.” He shrugged again, only slightly this time. “But then again, maybe she’ll be AWOL for the whole week. They have like what, two months of fucking to catch up on –Oww!” He immediately brought his hand up to his arm to rub the sting of Soo’s backhand. “What was that for?!”

“That’s my best friend you’re talking about.” 

Taehyung grumbled. “She’s my friend too. Besides, you’ve been talking about them fu– doing it,” he corrected himself quickly, catching the look on his girlfriend’s face, “all night. What’s the difference?” 

Soojung ignored him, she was too busy wondering what the hell was going on at Dilf mansion right now. She’d been excited all week, more than you she’d thought at one point, but then again you’d always been the more reserved out of the two of you. Soo knew that inside you were absolutely ecstatic – not just about the sex, but also your budding relationship with Seokjin. Yes, she liked to tease and be dramatic, but above all else, she was over the moon for her best friend. You deserved so much happiness after everything you’d been through in recent years. 

Those were her thoughts, but out loud she said, “I bet he’s amazing in bed. Dilfs always are.” 

Taehyung had to try really hard not to roll his eyes. If she loved older men so much, maybe she should go and find one for herself. “Didn’t you say he’s been a lone ranger since he got divorced?”

Lone ranger? Seriously, Soojung thought. “You’re not supposed to know that. Besides, you don’t exactly forget how to have sex. Especially when you look like him.” 

Taehyung’s phone was long forgotten now. “You do realise that just because the man’s good looking it doesn’t mean he knows how to fuck.” What type of logic was that? “He could have a micropenis for all we know.” 

Soojung shook her head adamantly. “He doesn’t.” 

“How do you know that?” 

“Y/N told me.” Soojung couldn’t stop herself from giggling slightly. Like some kind of fricking teenager, Taehyung thought. “She’s accidentally felt it a few times.” 

“God, Soo.” He exclaimed slightly. “It’s almost like you’ve forgotten you have a boyfriend. Who is laying right beside you by the way,” he felt the need to remind. “If you like him so much why don’t you ask Y/N if you can join in.” 

Soojung couldn’t help but burst out laughing, greatly amused. “What has gotten into you?” The pout on her boyfriend’s lips was both amusing and adorable. Was he really jealous? He needed to take a joke. “I thought you liked Seokjin?”

Especially after last weekend. All four of you had such an enjoyable time hanging out. 

“I do,” he replied easily. “I just don’t like hearing my girl thirsting after him right in front of me.” 

“I’m not thirsting after him.” She insisted. “Why would I thirst after my bestie’s man?”

“Bestie,” he repeated. “What are you, 12?”

“I’ll have you know everyone uses it on the internet.” 

“Yeah, if you’re 12.” 

Soojung rolled her eyes playfully, turning towards him with a gigantic smile. He was blind (and deaf) if he really thought she would be interested in anyone other than him. “I love you.” 

Taehyung refused to look at her at first, determined to keep his mouth in a straight line, but there was no way he couldn’t respond. It went against everything he believed in. If he didn’t let Soojung know he loved her at least three times a day then he’d failed as a boyfriend and his mother’s son. 

“Love you, too.” He mumbled it though. He wasn’t letting Soo off the hook that easy. 

She leaned in closer, hands on his chest. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.” 

“Get off,” he gruffed as she started rubbing her nose into the crook of his neck, tickling him. It wasn’t long before he was breaking, chuckling quietly as he attempted to lift her face up and kiss her. “I love you, too.”  

Kissing Soojung was his favourite thing in the world. Once he felt her lips on his he swore all his worries and stresses melted away. Every single time. And sometimes… (maybe a lot of the time)… it stirred his dick into action. 

“Wanna do it?” He murmured, pulling back to catch his breath. 

He knew straight away the answer was a no. Her face was so incredibly easy to read, even before she pulled a face. “Eh, not really. I’m tired. This week has been crazy.” 

He whimpered dramatically, letting his head fall back against the propped pillow. “So, what? Y/N gets to have the living daylights fucked out of her tonight and I’m getting cruelly discarded?” 

Soojung’s face lit up, and he knew instantly he’d made a mistake. “Oh, so you do think Seokjin’s great in bed?” 

“I’m getting some water,” he said with a sigh, getting out of bed. It was time to admit defeat. “Want anything?” 

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

#fic:mls #mls:drabbles #floralseokjin:writings

[konghannie]

Just wanna love Oh Se Ho - My strange hero

I just finished watching my strange hero and i cant stop thinking about him...and how wrongly they did him at the end...

He went through years of self-grow, apologising and understanding what he did was wrong and WHY was that so, and all u give him at the end is a "forgive yourself and live free" by kang bok soo? And a mother that STILL hasnt understood what the fuck is wrong with her?

I get it can be an open ending but DAMN that boy deserved so much more.

He went through depression because of a mother that never wanted him nor loved him, tried to kill himself and EVEN after that his mother had the GUTS to make him lie because of rEpUTatIoN, he lost his only friends that ever gave him any affection during his whole life, lost his safe place and the only positive feeling he could ever get, he turned out to be a bad person bc of that pain that kept inside of himself for 20+ years and after a whole redemption arc in which he tries MULTIPLE times to sacrifice himself to save everyone (even if it was a wrong sacrifice and im so glad bok soo arrived in time) and apologize hundred of times, he ends up alone trying to forgive the same mother that made a hell out of his life?

He didnt deserve this little, he just needed affection and i dont get how can they still be saying "i cant forgive you for what you did".

Bitch you better do bc my boy deserves that and much MUCH more.

Also id like to add that, yes, kang bok soo suffered a lot and what happened to him was just unfair, and i deeply care about him but you can't compare it to what oh seho has been through, at all, dont even wanna mention soojong bc what happened to her really wasnt THAT bad as she put it really... in the end what happened to her: ppl discovered she was poor and she didnt wanna admit that she was lying about it,, and? Nothing, thats it. She then heard like 1/10 of the conversation between bok soo and seho and she lose her trust on ppl? Was it that weak? Damn girl u should keep ur priorities a little bit more straight yk get your shit together.

Seho has lived like a puppy on his mother's hands and wanted to kill himself, i think its a little bit more relevant than what bok soo and soojung had to go through (not to mention that they had to for nine years while seho had been living like that for his entire life).

Im so mad and sad, just wanna hug him.

#my strange hero #kang bok soo #kdrama #he deserved better #to be loved #and taken care of #please just love him #im so sad #and mad #oh seho

[btsiguess]

Choices (m) - 1

Summary: You didn’t think that when you woke up this morning you were going to go out and buy a hybrid. But really, ending up with this stupid cat might be the best thing that ever happened to you. Much to both you and Yoongi’s chagrin. 

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Genre: Fluff, eventual smut

Word Count: 2859, so just a drabble series guys.

Warnings: Reckless driving!!!

A/Ns: Oh look, another Yoongi fic. Are we surprised? No. And I’m also NOT sorry. Anyway, this idea has been bouncing around my brain for a while and so I just decided to go for it. It’ll just be a drabble series though, so shorter chapters! Because I’m an impatient bitch!!!!

Chapters: 1 2 3

“Honey, I just really don’t like the idea of you living in your own in such a big city!” Your mother chastises you over the phone. “You didn’t even leave home for college, and now this? Moving to Seoul on your own? I understand that this job is important to you but still… I wish you’d be realistic.”

Hard as it was, you try your best to be understanding of your mother’s concerns. It’s true that you’ve never been away from home before, but you aren’t incompetent. It had merely been a matter of money, and nothing more. And now, freshly out of college, you’ve been lucky enough to land a job with one of Seoul’s top marketing firms. You have your parents to thank for giving you the tools you needed to succeed - helping pay for school and even supporting you through unpaid summer internships and grant opportunities - you’re nothing but grateful for that. That’s why you always keep your mouth shut as your mother frets over your well-being, that’s why you bit back your protestations and sighs. It’s all in an effort to spare her feelings.

“Mama,” you finally renege, “you and dad have taught me so well. I’m old enough now, to be on my own. Besides, this is my dream job! I’m making way more money than a recent college graduate ought to be.”

The deep resigned sigh from the other end of the line tells you your mother is out of steam for today.

“What about getting one of those pets?” She suggests finally. “One of those hybrids you know? I’m sure your father and I would feel much more secure if you had a watchdog. And hybrid’s can even phone the police if something happens!”

You laugh quietly at your mother’s words. You suppose you were lucky, at least, that she wasn’t insisting on you finding a boyfriend.

“Mama, you know I don’t have the time for a hybrid. They’re a lot of work…”

“Oh I know sweetie but still it would just make us feel so much better, you’re so far away.”

Biting your lip, you glance at your watch. If you don’t wrap up this conversation soon, you are absolutely going to be late for work. And at only a few weeks into this new job, that’s something you simply can’t afford.

“Aish, alright mom, I’ll at least consider it.” You placate her. “But as of right now, I’ll have to let you go. I don’t want to be late for work!”

You bid your mother farewell and agree to talk at the same time the next day. She seems pacified by your promise to think over her request, and thus the end of the conversation goes quickly and smoothly. Soon you find yourself stepping out of your car, and striding inside the large building that houses your corporate offices.

You like your job, you truly do, but Monday’s are always the hardest. Not because it’s the start of a new week or anything, but just because every Monday your floor had a little team building meeting. One where you had to participate and talk to your fellow coworkers. It was mostly fine, but there were one or two people you could do without. Namely…

“I just didn’t know what else to do!” ahh, yes. Soojung.

Your absolute least favorite human being in this entire fucking office.

“He was a monster, I swear.” She’s seated at the large conference room table, a large gaggle of girls standing around her, listening to her speak.

“All he did was bite me and scratch me up whenever I went near him! I feel bad, you know? I’m apparently the third person to give him up! The shelter says they have no option but to put him down.” The girls around her nod in understanding.

“I know there are some hybrid shelters that are no-kill, but I just couldn’t stand to have him around for one second more!”

Holy shit, did she just say that the hybrid shelter was going to put someone down? Like… a genuine living, speaking, near-human hybrid?

What the fuck.

“Soojung,” you interrupt, and the entire group of girls looks at you in surprise. “Where did you say you dropped your hybrid off?”

And that’s how you found yourself standing at the front of a hybrid shelter as soon as your shift had come to a close. There was no way in fucking hell that you could just let some hybrid be murdered. Seriously. What the fuck? Still though, you eye the door somewhat apprehensively. You know you don’t exactly have what it takes to be the owner of a hybrid, but still… anything has to be better than being dead right? Right?

You draw a deep sigh and make your way inside. A small, plump woman greets you as you walk in and you do your best to swallow your nerves and smile at her.

“What can I do for you today, sweetie?” She coos, and you instantly feel uncomfortable. This is definitely a mistake, but you can’t bring yourself to leave. A literal life is on the line here.

“Actually, I just overheard some of my coworkers talking today. About how much they love their hybrids. I’m thinking about adopting one?”

“Well, you’ve absolutely come to the right place! Let me show you our--”

“Actually, I was wondering if you… well I read online that you guys are a, you know, a kill shelter,” the woman winces at your words, “and I was just wondering if you have any… I mean, like any hopeless cases. I just really would hate to see a hybrid put down you know? When I could provide them a good home.”

The woman’s face pinches up in a wholly unattractive way. As if your claims had personally offended her.

“There’s one, but you don’t want him.” she says.

“I mean, I think I can decide that for myself, no?” Is your curt reply.

The woman shrugs angrily, and steps out from behind her desk.

“Fine then. Follow me.”

She leads you through the showroom of animals, and you do your best not to look at anything but your feet. You don’t want to be persuaded into getting more than one hybrid, you’re a sucker for puppy dog eyes, and here they have them, well… literally.

Soon enough you’re brought into a back room, it seems to be for employees only, and your stomach quickly turns by what you see there.

A dark hybrid cat. Locked in a cage much too small for him. His hands are bruised and bloodied, as if he had tried - unsuccessfully - to fight his way out of his current predicament. He’s curled up in what looks like restless sleep, but as soon as you enter his eyes shoot open.

“This is him.” The woman tells you simply.

“Great,” you gesture to the cat before you, “I would like this hybrid, please and thank you.”

The woman gapes at you.

“You don’t even want to speak with him first?”

Your eyes shift briefly to the caged man, watching the way he follows your every move. There’s a small flicker of hope in the cat’s eyes, and so you shake your head.

“No, I don’t think that will be necessary. He seems perfect. Exactly what I’m looking for.”

She gives you a scowl before motioning for you to follow her back to the front. There’s way more paperwork than you thought there would be. And it’s over an hour later when another employee finally brings out the hybrid to you.

“No one likes a girl with a saviour complex you know.” The woman mutters towards you and you flinch slightly when another worker cheerily tells you to enjoy ‘your’ new hybrid. Your discomfort only grows when you see the cats eyes flash with anger.

It’s only later, when you and the cat are finally sitting in your car, that you realize what you’ve done.

“Oh my fucking god. What the fuck.” You mutter, glancing at the literal cat person next to you.

He gazes back, a look of uninterested confusion on his face.

“Why are you acting like this, human?” He says finally, and the low timbre of his voice takes you by surprise.

“What?” is the only thing you can think to say.

“You’re being annoying. Why are you being annoying?”

“Sorry.” You snap at him, sarcasm dripping from your voice. “When I woke up this morning I didn’t realize I was going to become responsible for another person’s wellbeing, thanks. Color me a little overwhelmed.”

The cat before you pauses slightly for a moment, his head tilting to the side, ears twitching. He says nothing for a while, and you grow more and more antsy with every passing second. What was this cat playing at, seriously?

“What?!” You finally lose your temper, but the cat merely smirks at you slightly, as if your outburst was exactly what he had wanted.

“You called me ‘person’ you know.” He says.

“Well aren’t you?” You try to collect yourself as you pull out of the parking lot.

“Not in the eyes of the law.”

Oh shit.

“Seem like a person to me.” You mutter under your breath. “Bitchy like a person.”

The cat scoffs.

“You passed the pet store.” He says, in lieu of replying.

“Why would I need to go to the pet store?”

The cat looks at you, incredulous before starting off.

“A collar? A leash? Fucking food? You aren’t put together in the slightest, there’s no way you have all that shit at home.”

You’re offended, but only because he’s right. You screech your car around in a dangerous U-turn while the cat beside you hisses and digs his claws into the fabric of your seat, tearing up some of the padding.

“What the FUCK are you doing?” The hybrid yells. “Are you trying to kill us?”

You pull calmly into the pet store, satisfied by the way you’ve worked the cat up.

“Mmm, not today. Let’s go.” You say, opening the car door. Again you’re greeted with a dubious look from your new companion.

“I can’t go in there without a leash and a collar.” He says finally.

“Oh geez.” You mumble. “I’m so not prepared for this and I’m going to kill us both.”

“Reassuring.”

“Shut up, cat.” You snipe. “If I leave you here for like, two seconds will you be okay? I’ll run in and get a leash and collar so you can come in too and pick out what you want.”

The cat looks surprised but nods.

You crank the window down and motion for him to do the same. He doesn’t.

You roll your eyes and begin to walk away from the car anyway. Whatever. Let him suffocate. Whatever.

Suddenly a thought occurs to you and you spin quickly on your heels, leaning down to peer through the window of the car.

“What color?” You ask, and the cat tilts his head, his dark feline ears twitching once more.

“What?”

“Like, what color leash and collar do you want? Any requests?”

The cat ponders for a moment, and you’re unsure whether he’s mulling over the question or the fact you’ve bothered to get his opinion in the first place.

“Black.” He says finally. “Leather, if they have it. Oh, and I’m a medium.”

You nod and give the cat a small thumbs up before hurrying inside. You’re not sure you trust your new companion in the car by himself, and so you try to work quickly. You locate the collars and leashes with relative ease, and try your best to pick out one that the cat waiting for you would like.

It’s no more than five minutes before you’re outside the shop again, and the cat merely shrugs at your choices for him. You’re a bit disheartened, but you try not to let it show too much. He’s supposed to be a problem cat or whatever. It is what it is.

He gets out of the car and stands before you. You’re a bit surprised at how tall the hybrid is. And it would take a fool not to notice how handsome, as well. You hope your cheeks don’t go as red as they feel, but when the cat raises his eyebrow at you, you know you’ve been caught.

“Here.” You say, holding out his collar and hoping he will accept the change of subject.

He takes it and quickly fastens it around his neck. It fits perfectly, and you notice that the cat gives a satisfied hum as he glances at his reflection in your car’s side mirror.

“S-Sorry.” You mutter as you hold out the leash to clip it onto his collar. Something about this feels so incredibly wrong, and it twists your gut. Your hands shake slightly as you try and attach the leash, your fingers coming in contact with the skin of the cat’s throat. The touch alarms the both of you, but neither of you elect to mention it directly.

“It’s fine. Rules are rules.” The hybrid tells you, gazing down at you. It’s an oddly intimate moment, and suddenly you step back, hoping to distance yourself from the man - the hybrid in front of you.

“Right.” You say, too loudly. “Let’s go.”

Despite you being the one with the leash, the cat is definitely leading. You let him. He knows more about this than you do.

“Here.” He says, stopping in front of a bright yellow machine. “You need to make me a dog tag.”

“A cat tag.” You mumble, earning a disinterested glance from the cat.

“Just hurry and make one. I’m not supposed to be going around without it.”

“Okay well… What type do you like? Just pick whatever.”

The cat hesitates once more, eyes trailing over the rack. He eventually selects a simple silver circle, and you nod your head in agreement. It would look absolutely gorgeous against the cat’s beautifully tan skin.

You place the tag into the machine, jumping slightly as it whirs to life, your action making the hybrid shake his head.

You dutifully follow the directions, typing in your address and apartment number and your telephone, lest the cat get lost and needs to be returned. You pause however when the final question appears:

What’s your companion’s name?

Oh fuck. You didn’t even know his name. You fucking suck.

“I’m sorry,” you start, glancing at him, “but I don’t know your name.”

The cat looks surprised, but not angry like you were expecting.

“What do you mean?” He questions. “You pick it.”

Your face must betray how horrified you are because his ears twitch at you, something you’re beginning to learn means he thinks you’re acting in an unexpected way.

“No, that’s too much.” You say finally. “You’re like, a whole adult man. You can pick your fucking name.”

The cat is still for a moment, as if he’s expecting you to laugh and take the opportunity away.

“I’m serious.” You reassure. “If you don’t pick, I’ll write something embarrassing. You look like a ‘Fuzzball’ to me.”

The cat moves faster than you’ve ever seen him.

You peek over his shoulder as he types in his name and then hits the ‘print’ button before you can change your mind. It’s with utter fascination that the two of you watch the laser etch out a beautiful looking ‘Yoongi’ onto the dainty tag.

“Yoongi?” you say, rolling the name over your tongue. “That’s a really beautiful name.  It really suits you.”

“Thanks.” Is his only response, as he scuffs his shoe along the ground.

You clip the little tag to his collar with some difficulty, but Yoongi doesn’t complain. He simply watches you there before him, eyeing interestedly the way your tongue peeks out of the corner of your mouth in concentration.

After that, Yoongi seems to be in higher spirits, carefully piling his wants and needs into your cart. You feel a little desperate, watching the price tag increase in your mind’s eye, but you know you have enough saved away, and seeing Yoongi look… well, as close to happy as you imagine he can get is enough of a reward for the hit your wallet is about to receive.

When you push you your carriage into the bedding section you watch Yoongi shrug and shake his head.

“I don’t need one of these.” He says to you, firmly.

“Oh? Why not? Do you prefer sleeping on the floor or something?” You puzzle.

The cat laughs for the first time since you’ve gotten him. A wide genuine laugh that pulls at the edge of his lips and makes him smile - really smile - for the first time. Your heart skips a beat in your chest.

“No.” He says, eyeing you. “I want to sleep in your bed. With you.”

You think you might pass out.

“Excuse me?” you choke out, weakly.

“Oh you know me,” he says, practically reveling in your surprise, “I’m a real big cuddler.”

With that, Yoongi winks and walks away. Leaving you to pick up your broken pieces all alone.

A/N: And there you go, have more garbage. Whatevs. @gimmesumsuga!!! You haven’t read this one yet because I wrote it in 20 minutes before I went to bed lol.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #min yoongi #yoongi #yoongi fluff #bts min yoongi #yoongi smut #suga #min suga #hybrid!au #hybrid!bts #hybrid!yoongi #fluff #smut #my fic

[ihhanbin-blog]

✉❤☀ ☁☂

✉ → 2 am message

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: dude u shuvle been here lol

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: guess whos heer

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: cameraroll(95).jpg

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: fcuk wrong one

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: cameraroll(98).jpg

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: hah its soojung

❤ → loving/affectionate message

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: u played rlly well on the field today

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: proud of u bud

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: next meal’s on me 💪💪

☀ → morning message

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: hey

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: training starts in 15 mins

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: but i dont see u??

☁ → message not meant for you

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: ok tbh jongin likes u

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: uh

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: fuck

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: hey bro…

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: april fools lol 😊

☂ → scared/concerned message

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: hey u alright?

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: uve been in there for 20 mins…

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: ill wait out here for as long as u need me

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: but if u need me to come in just say the word

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: u can do it buddy 💪

#ihjongin #games1. #g. #g:jongin. #{ im emo

[92-pcy]

soojung my daughter :(((

OH MY — FRIEHFAERHFKAEHRFHEARHFKAHRKFAEHRKFHAERIYTUAERGHAKERHGKADHKFHADKGHAKDHGKADHGKADHGKDH I C ANT BREATHE UR BACK UR FUCKING BACK DO U KNOW HOW MUCH I MISSED U ?????????

#bi t ch ...... #i was abt to die i missed u so fcking much 😞 #💖

[ksxryosuke]

%, ø, $

text meme; open

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[ ✉️ → mandu ] not to be nosy but uh…[ ✉️ → mandu ] have hyuksoo and soojung hooked up yet

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[ ✉️ → mandu ] c? are you still awake?[ ✉️ → mandu ] i know it’s late, sorry[ ✉️ → mandu ] but could i have some more of your cupcakes?

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[ ✉️ → mandu ] man, fuck you jae[ ✉️ → mandu ] like f u c k you jae and fuck your blondass hair[ ✉️ → mandu ] I’D KICK YOUR ASS IF JAESUK WASN’T ALREADY HITTING IT[ ✉️ → mandu ] i hope you step on a lego[ ✉️ → mandu ] oh shit uh hi c

#—let's go have fun tonight || memes #lmao don't ask about jaehyun pls #jaehyun and ryosuke's friendship is weird so #ksxsunhee

[floralseokjin]

awww ok that was cute was fuck we’re getting our sex addict couple backkk alsooo I was relieved when u said this wasn’t the final chapter Bc I’m really not ready to say goodbye to this couple just yet 😭 I really liked the chapter it had a good mix of angst and fluff I’m so glad there’s a lot of character development as well 😍

the final chapter will be very sweet, I can’t wait to start writing it 🤧 I’m glad you enjoyed chapter 9!! It felt odd not writing much Seokjin, but it was nice to be inside oc’s head a lot and see her interactions with soojung and her mom! thanks so much for reading 💕

#fic:mls #message #illwritetomorrow

[floralseokjin]

made-up love song v replies

@trustingofwinds replied: I’M READY

😘😘

@ikuyootori replied: Thank you 🙏🏻 🙏🏻🙏🏻

no problem <3

@garii71 replied: Damn Jordan, what the fuck man 🥵

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@clevercoley replied: Whew! So steamy!

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jdjdhdh i’m speechless... thank you for reading lol !!

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