UGH My HEART.

UGH my HEART. 🥹🥹🥹

ᝰ 15:23 PM — k.th

pairing: kang taehyun x reader. genres: fluff, f2l. wc: 764. warnings: none i’m aware of!. an: i am aware there are a flotilla of f2l fics on my blog. no, i cannot explain why. also idk what i was trying with this, and i’m so nervous i wanna hurl, but i hope you guys like it!

the seasons are changing.

the sweltering, muggy weather began to cool and subdue. soft breezes became chilly breaths coaxing goosebumps onto your skin. flip-flops were exchanged for sneakers and warms sweaters were pulled over t-shirts and shorts on especially brisk mornings.

golds, browns, reds and yellows began to creep onto the leaves of the maple tree in your backyard. the seasons are changing.

your eyes are on taehyun and his are on the biology textbook in his lap. it’s this big, heavy hardcover with words so small you were sure they were written by an ant, but in the thirty minutes since you’ve settled against the maple tree he has already read half of it.

this was always how it was when he visited on sundays, and you never minded it. whenever he got so absorbed it afforded you minutes, sometimes hours, at a time to appreciate the shape of his eyes, the lines of his nose and jaw, the paleness of his skin and the curve of his lips.

the cool blades of grass brush against your legs as you adjust yourself so your head rests in his lap. his eyes don’t move from his course material, but he accommodates your shift with a lift of his arms before settling one of them across your chest. when he turns a page, it brushes across your cheek lightly. his fingers gently grasp your arm, thumb rubbing circles into your shoulder.

taehyun was going to a big university in seoul. you were so proud of him. he had received early admittance through this special science program for the top twelve students who applied. he was due to leave in two weeks.

two weeks.

an invisible hand reached into your chest and squeezed its fingers like a vice around your heart. imagining that someone who had been at your side for as long as you could remember leave made you tremble. taehyun was like your lucky charm; you had no idea how you were going to be without him. your best friend.

the pad of taehyun’s finger presses between your eyebrows. “what’s wrong?”

you shake your head. you know telling him is pointless. you’ll either make him laugh or make him sad; either prospect was horrifying. “nothing.”

“i know you like the back of my hand, loser. soulmates, remember?” he pulls the tokyo ghoul keychain from his book bag and dangles it infront of your face. he doesn’t even like anime. he often tells you to get off the ink fumes and into the real world. but he has carried around that keychain like it’s the most precious thing in the world to him ever since you won it at a convention you dragged him to when you were twelve. you have a matching one.

seeing it, and the proud smile pushing those beautiful dimples into his cheeks, makes a lump form in your throat and pressure burn behind your eyes.

he frowns, hands moving to cradle your face. “hey, hey, hey. tell me what’s wrong, (y/n).” his eyes are sad, sad, sad, and his thumbs are soft against the corners of your eyes.

“if you ditch me for some marie curry or some shit i’ll kick your ass.” you sniffle and turn away from him so that he doesn’t see your cheeks burn.

he bursts out laughing, so hard even his legs are shaking and you’re pretty sure your face is on fire.

“(y/n) marie curie is dead!” he chuckles and you curse at him under your breath but still loud enough for him to hear.

when his laughter has died down, he runs his fingertips through your hair above your ear and down into your neck. he repeats the motion a few times, slowly, carefully.

your backyard is quiet, save for the breeze gently rustling the leaves now and then, even the cicadas are still. under the shade of the maple tree the air nips at your bare arms, but it isn’t the reason for your goosebumps when taehyun leans down and whispers into your ear.

“you’re my everything.”

his hands are warm on your arms, gliding upward until his fingers on your shoulders turn you over. the look in his chocolate-brown eyes make your nerve-endings tingle. they dart between your eyes and your lips; asking, begging. his fingers curl around your neck and swarms of butterflies burst into your belly.

his lips brush against yours.

a crimson leaf, one buried beneath the green, one you hadn’t even noticed, floats from its branch and catches in your hair.

the seasons are changing.

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The fact that he can go from this to the biggest goober ball of chaos in 5 seconds flat 😵‍💫

oh. oh wow …

There is just something about when Taehyun decides he’s going to be cute…it’s rare and I cherish every flipping second of it 😍🫠🥹

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TOMORROW X TOGETHER at LOLLAPALOOZA (2022)

So sweet and a perfect little snapshot of what summer feels like in a story! Ps: the nicknames destroyed me 🥺🥺

the only exception. ♡ c. beomgyu

pairing: beomgyu x female reader

words count: 12.4k

contents: love at first sight au, summer love thingy, reader is a rich kid, beomgyu’s love languages are act of service and physical touch, hence there’s a lot of pda, lots of reference to paramore’s the only exception and txt’s our summer lyrics, angst

summary: you were not the type to believe in the existence of love. until you had to spend the rest of your summer with a distant relative whom you’ve never met your entire life, in small town with an ocean view, where fate had brought you a boy whose eyes shine brighter than any stars in the night sky. and maybe, just maybe, love does exist. (see preview here)

warnings: blood, bad family relationship

notes: it’s finally here! i’m actually so nervous bcs this is my first time ever posting anything i wrote. it has been really fun writing this and i hope you enjoy reading it too. again, i apologize in advance for any grammatical errors for english is not my first language. :) x

a comforting smell of freshly brewed chamomile tea wafting in the air as you make your way inside the unfamiliar home – the one you will be spending three months in because your parents are way too busy flying around across the globe to be taking care of you, and because you need time away from the bustling city life.

“come on in, y/n.” the woman in front of you speaks, her voice soft, the type of voice a kindergarten teacher would have.

maybe she was one, you have no idea. in fact, you know nothing about the woman standing in a yellow dress in front of you. she is pretty, even though it is evident her aging is slowly creeping up to her from the way her skin wrinkles on the corner of her eyes when she smiles. but to you, she is pretty – the mother-like kind of pretty. the kind of pretty that makes you feel warm inside. but again, you know nothing about her. have never seen her in your entire life, heck, you’ve never even heard her name from any of your parents until today.

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