Its Me Again! Could I Request Soft Brown Mood Board With Yunho

Its me again! Could I request soft brown mood board with Yunho🧸🤎

its posted :D (sorry idk how to link it here but i tagged you ♡)

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moodboard ☆ ateez.woosan

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Why can’t kpop fans just politely say they don’t like a song and move on why do they have to “justify” their distate with extremely hostile and angry language with at least one “fuck” and acting like the company shot their dog at point blank range...it is just a song we don’t need to put so much of our energy behind it

moodboard ☆ ateez.yeosang

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[3:39pm] # jeong yunho.

“do you think your mom would like a tampa drill or a keychain?” you ponder, holding up both a tropical palm-tree keychain and a pearlish-purple conch-like shell. your boyfriend of numerous years, jeong yunho, furrows his brows acutely. his lips screw into an agog quirk as he fingers the fabric of his opened floral print button-up, glasses draped atop his curled baby blue tresses. the salt water from earlier’s endeavour landed his body in a refreshed but chilly state, locks frizzy and body reddened from the slight cold.

“mom likes anything you give her,” he informs, his relaxed posture practically dwarfing your own hunched one. “remember that mixed stem bouquet you got her? she wouldn’t stop bragging about how her ‘daughter in law is the sweetest thing!’” he imitates his mother with a haggard, high-octaved voice, laughing when you crack a simper. you’ve always had insecurities when it came to yunho’s family; albeit the fact that you all got along splendidly, many cliche worries harassed at you and hindered your ability to truly stay comforted.

yunho was raised properly, with boundless respect and his lovable personality birthed from familial support and care. at heart, he was and always would be a family man, no matter how often he denies it. you just didn’t want to leave a sour impression on the people he loved with his entire kind heart, knowing that their opinions have a great impact on his outlook of things. not only that, but you want to be someone that his mother and father regard with pride; proudness that their son is with someone approval-worthy; someone they can depend on to take care of him. 

and on the contrary, despite your mental exaggerations, yunho knew his family would welcome you with widely open arms and rather zealous smiles on their face.

“sweetheart, don’t worry! mom loves you, i promise.” the cliche doubtfulness you were experiencing made you rethink a lot of your choices. maybe getting a gift in general would seem too desperate for validation—or what if not getting a gift was unthoughtful? there were so many diffidences that bit at you boldly.

“yunho, i don’t know... are you sure she likes me?” yunho frowns at your lack of conviction to his honest assertion. befuddled, he pulls out his mobile device, quickly ringing up his mom while you questionably gaze at him. after a few beeps, his mother answers the phone with an enthusiastic prowess, her voice exhilarated and tickled with peculiarity at the oddity of yunho’s random call. she babies yunho with question after question of whether or not he’s eaten or how his day has been—but one inquiry above all sticks to you with anxiety.

“is y/n with you?” her voice is restrained but enthusiastic and you can hear the anticipation straining from over the phone. yunho confirms her question by mentioning that you’re right there beside him, enjoying the thrill of the beach and the tourist-centric gift shop the two of you were currently exploring. his mother gasps and immediately requests that she talk to you, voice rushed and impatient. you gulp and conspicuously shake your head adamantly at yunho who only smiles devilishly and pushes the phone into your hand, taking the keychain and ornamental but beautiful shell.

“he-hello, mrs. jeong...” you mumble, and the woman squeals and greets you with a motherly tone, requesting that you call her ‘mom’ before she asks questions similar to the ones she shot at yunho earlier. the shock on your face is quite obvious, mixed with the tinge of embarrassment you harboured for doubting yunho, himself. his mother fretted about the hot weather and how she had dinner plans for when the two of you returned home—she droned about how she misses you and how her other, smaller son misses you as well. it brings an subconscious smile to your face as you converse with her, walking the shop as she laughs and makes small talk with you. your tall boyfriend watches with a simple smug glint in his eye at the mere fact that without a doubt, his mother loved you.

his mother loved you because he loved you. and because you were a dazzling soul—someone considerate and intelligent and wonderful to everyone you know. it didn’t take a genius to figure that out, but yunho doubts that his mother would think otherwise even without his countless speeches about the upsides to dating you. lately, he’s been chatting with his mother while you sleep, and nowadays the aforementioned woman’s little rambles about her infamous and affectionately labelled ‘daughter in law’ have yunho thinking.

yunho toys with the velvet lined box holding a ring in his right pocket, observing as you fiddle with different multitudes of trinkets and knickknacks, laughing with his mom over baby stories and misplaced reminiscence. soon, he thinks—because looking at you right now? there isn’t an uncertainty in his mind.