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Thank you

I’ve seen so many people like my works and I wanted to say thank you to all of them. You have no idea how much this means to me! 

why you gotta kill me TT

can we all agree …. kim taehyung is freaking  I N S A N E

teh hell

ON Dance Break - MAMA 2020

HOW ARE YOU SO CUTE AND YET SO EVIL????

Tae’s little habits - “I need to have someone or something (to hug), that’s when I can sleep soundly.”

dayum son

filter by jimin.

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

[HE TOOK ME TO THE SKY] 

ANY GIDLE FANS?

gtkm bts version: [½] biases ➝ taehyung

he puts the “v” in violence

DUDE WHY YOU GOTTA KILL ME 

he is so breathtaking

Protect me

Inspired by this

Pairing: Idol! Jisung X Badass! Reader 

Genre: Angst, fluff if you squint 

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Cursing! Might trigger some people!

A/N: My first NCT work, my second tumblr work. The YouTube video, it isn't too much inspiration. Just that he said he has no friends at school. And my fanfic brain got triggered. But seriously though, it was so sad that he said he has no friends, but he said it while he was smiling TT 

When Jisung first heard that he was to go to school now, he was very stoked. He wanted to make some new friends, party sometimes and have the time of his life. Unfortunately, school wasn't what he expected it to be. It was like there was a hierachy built, keeping the popular students up the top and allowed to do whatever they wanted.

The middle ones kept to themselves, and had a small group of loyal friends with each other. They were tightly knit and it would be impossible join them. But then there were the ones who suffered the most. The lower ones. Most of them wre nerds, some of them were just people who unfortunately transferred to this school.

Some of them were the ones that the top popular students were jealous of. Jisung didn't know which sub category he was a part of but he definetly knew that he was a part of the bottom. It wasn't a good life, getting slammed against lockers, getting locked in the bathroom, or maybe just shoving him. 

But he didn't want to tell anyone about this. The teachers knew that the students bullied people, and yet they turned blind eye to it. Of course, he could just tell anyone of his NCT hyungs, but he wanted to be seen as a man, not as a small child. So, he kept quiet. 

Until it got too much.

3 of them had teamed up and locked him in the top floor of the school, where the janitor only visited a month, so no way for her to save him. He started banging on the door, hoping someone would hear it and come save him. His wishes, thankfully were fullfilled. 

You visited the rooftop daily, and this time wasn't going to be an exception. When you heard all the banging, you immediately went there to try and save whoever was stuck inside. You saw the 3 sticks placed right under the door to prevent anyone from coming out. You removed the sticks and opened the door.

Inside stood Jisung, his eyes shiny with tears. Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, boys don't cry he chanted in his head. He looked up to see whoever his saviour was, wanting to thank them. He saw you. Of course he recogonized you. You were the only one to break the hyrachy of top, middle and the bottom.

You didn't fit in anyone of them. The bullies had tried to bully you, you bullied them back. You poured orange juice on the head of the daughter of the principal of the school. Nobody dared to mess with you after then and everybody left you alone. At first, even Jisung was scared of you.

I mean, who wouldn't? You dressed in black, you had all black things, you sat at the backseat of your class, you had loads of doodles that looked like tattoos all over your body, and some even said you smoked! But he didn't know that none of that stuff was true.

He did know now though. From that day onwards, you had become friends. You weren't cold as they all called you to be, infact you were a really soft and shy person. But your demeniour changes when somebody bullies him. You stand up for him, and send them away. Jisung was really thankful he found a friend he could spend the rest of his school days with.

Until that one fateful day. You were absent today and Jisung was worried on how you were doing and what was wrong. It didn't cross his mind once that the bullies might try to have a go at him because you weren't there. In the end of the last period they came. Jisung had packed all the things he needed in his bag and was ready to go.

But they were there to stop his path. One of the biggers ones grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him into one of the cleaning rooms. "Huhh.. Your girlfriend not here to protect you?" He looked up in confusion. "G-Girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend?!" The one that stood in the front sneered.

"Then what do you call that bitch? what was her name again, jake?" He turns to one of the boys he has standing behind him. "Y/N. Y/N L/N" The leader/ one in the middle smirked. "Ah yes. L/N. She poured her juice over my girlfriend. Time to get revenge, don't you think, boys?"

Jisung looked on in fear as Jake brought forward a a big bottle of banana milk. The leader removed the lid, and poured the entire thing over Jisung. Wet. Smelly. Disgusting. Ugly. He couldn't do anything. His hand was held by one of the men behind him. All he could do was stand on as they poured the milk on him. 

Once they were done, all of them smirked at their work. "Disgusting weakling, needs a girl to protect him. Lets go boys" And all of them left him alone in the janitors closet as he stood, silent tears streaming down his face. He quickly wiped his face and got out a change of cloths from his bag.

He changed his clothes in the bathroom and walked out to the car waiting outside for him. All the while, their words repeated themselves like a broken record in his head. 

"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"

"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"

"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"

"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"

"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"

"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"

"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"

"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"

"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"

"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"

The next day you came to school, all healthy and recovered from the small cold you had gotten a few days ago. You skipped up to Jisung. However he had a aloof expression on his face. You frowned. He was normally never like this. He always greeted you with a smile. What was wrong?

"Hey Jisung!" You said, standing in front of him. He avoided your gaze and swerved around you, continueing to walk to his class. You speed up to him. "What's wrong? Tell me! Is there something wrong? You know you can-"

"JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY!"

The whole halway turned around to watch in shock. Jisung was never the type of person to shout at anyone. "O-Ok..." You walk away from him, your steps slow as a part of your hearts yearns for him to stop you and apologize. When you don't feel him coming, you break off in a sprint, running the opposite direction from your class. 

Behind you, Jisung watched you with sad eyes. Then, he turned to all the people staring at him. "DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU AS WELL?! MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUISNESS!"

They all turned around. 

He found you on the rooftop that evening, your knees pulled up to your chest as you hugged yourself. As soon as you spotted him out of the corner of your eye, you pull yourself even closer to yourself. Jisung winces at the effect he had on you. He comes and sits beside you, a resonable distance away. 

"I'm sorry for yelling in the morning...." You turn your back to him, childishly. He smiles at your attitude. He inches closer, and closer and closer, before gently placing his hands on your shoulders. When you don't flinch away, he turns you around. 

"I'm sorry. Yesterday I was bullied.. They called me weak because I always had you beside me to protect me.."

Your eyebrows crease when you hear this. "Are you ok? Are you hurt anywhere?" He laughs. "No, I'm okay!"

Your head lay on his lap. The pair of you had talked about totally random stuff the past hour and now the sun was about to set. Jisung watched you on his lap, the sunlight casting a beautiful glow on your face. His eyes landed on your lips, the soft layers of muscle. Unconsciouslly, he found himself leaning in and pressing his lips onto yours. 

You were shocked for a minute, before you responded to the kiss. It was sweet, innocent and childlike even. Once you broke apart, both of your lips were red as so were your cheeks. "I-I've liked you for a long time... Would you want to be my girlfriend?" 

"Of course"

damnnnnnnnnnnn son

[cr. dwellingsouls]

Masterlist

M= Mature

F= Fluff

A= Angst

O= Ongoing 

C= Completed 

EXO

Kai- Mmmh [m]

NCT 

Jisung- Protect me [ A, F]

SF’9

Rowoon- Spill some tea (in this case, coffee) [F]

Mmmh [KAI]

Listen as you read

Pairing: Idol!Boyfriend!Kai X Fan!Reader 

Genre: Smut, Smut, Smut. After care fluff. And some fluff at the start.

Words: 2k

Warning: Masturbation! Cursing! Marking! Eating out! Penetration! Size kink! Unprotected sex! [stay safe y'all] 

A/N: My first work on tumblr, I wanted to start of with Kai.

Kai was your boyfriend, and he had been for a total of 3 years last month. You had spent the time well at home, he had even cooked some dinner for the both of you! A surprise cake was baked by him as well, in the flavour of chocoltae, your favorite [ You didn't tell him how you found a few egg shells in it]

But right now though, the pair of you were separated. You lived near the outskirts of Seoul, while the headquarters of SM, as well as Kai's house was in the middle of the busy city. Kai was busy with the preparation of his new solo, whiich he hadn't even revealed the name for to you.

He said it was super secret and it would be ruined if he revealed. You of course had pouted, and even tried some aegyo, which you never did in order to get him to tell you what the song was called, atleast. Somehow though, he never told you. On the november 25, the teaser of mmmh had been revealed. 

You had watched the video, then went straight to your bed, your phone in hand, already dialling kai. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? WHY YOU GOTTA KILL ME?" He had laughed. He fucking laughed. That. Was. It

You were so excited for today! Mmmh was finally getting released and of course you were excited! You got your big computer ready, put it on full screen, 4k quality and the volume was full on. Your phone was right beside ou incase kai decided that he was going to kill you in this mv like the teaser. 

You used the phone a lot. You called him the moment the song started, and of course, he was there, like the sweet boyfriend he was to listen to you fangirl over him, and then gasp and pretend to die when he revealed his abs. He found it very endearing that you did all this. Then, once you were done watching the mv for about the 100th time, he asked ou to always call him like this cause he found it awesome.

You blushed before replying with an ok and then cutting the call. 

It had been a month since then. You were going through the many memories you and Kai had created right now, looking through the million selfies and photos on your phone, your background music being a 10 hour version of mmmh. Bless the soul which made such an awesome repeat.

"You make me feel so mmmh hmmm~" You mouthed the words. All of a sudden, the repeat got over. You pouted to yourself, your hands reaching over to your phone to see what was going on. But suddenly, the song played again, only this time his voice sounded deeper, sexier. Your thighs automatically came closer, his deep voice doing something to your inside. 

Tentatively, you let your hand travel lower down your body, underneath jong-in's hoodie which you had on. You let out a breathy gasp as your fingers came in contact with your heat. You allowed your hands to travel the rim, but not deep in. You wanted to tease yourself. 

And oh were you doing a good job at it. You lied your body more comfortably on the bed, then spread your legs wide, your/kai's hoodie pulled up until it was bunched up underneath your neck. Your nipples had formed hard pebbles due to the cold air in the room, and your left hand was currently playing around with your left breast, twisting it around, rubbing it, and playing with your tits. 

One hand still rested comfortably within the folds of your clit, gently flicking it and pinching at the sensitive nub. One important rule of kai's was that you never played with yourself, because he wanted to be the one to please you, but the thought was long gone from your head, and besides, it wasn't like kai was coming home today, was he?

Oh how wrong could you have been.

The door clicked open loudly, as Jong-In stepped into the house. "I'm home baby!" His words, however were left to drift into the silence, as you were far too lost in the pleasure your fingers were causing you. Granted, they weren't as large as Kai's, but it did the deed and that's all you wanted. 

You were edging closer and closer to your high. "O-Oh! Kai!~" You screeched, as you finally cummed all over your fingers, the white sticky substance coating your hand. Kai heard you. And judging by the way you sounded, he also knew what you were doing right now. 

His cock twitched in his pants, like waking up from a long nap. "God Y/N..." He groaned, before pulling his shoulder back off and placing it on the table. Unbuttoning the top 2 buttons of his top, he walked into your shared bedroom. God how you lay on the bed, his hoodie all bunched up on you, your fingers still buried deep within your cunt. The tent in his pants became painful to handle as he stalked closer to you.

Your eyes were shut from how you rode out your high, your breathing heavy as you rested. Jong In edged closer to your body, before he put his lips very close to your ears. "Didn't I teach you to not touch yourself?" Your eyes shot open as you looked up at his figure hovering over your tiny self. 

His lips were curved up in a smirk. "K-Kai I-" You were cut of by him placing his finger on your lips. "Hush...." He removed his finger once he was sure you would keep quiet, his fingers now wrapped around your airpods, as he plugged one of them off your ear. "What were you listening to, baby?"

He puts one into his ear, greeted by his voice singing out. "Ahh baby.... My song?" You nod furiously, not wanting to do anything that might displease him. He let out a groan seeing you so submissive. He pulled it out, then curled his fingers round your phone which lay forgotten beside you. 

He disconnected the earphones, allowing his voice to sing out loud. "I'm going to fuck you, with my voice in the background. Is that okay babygirl?" You nod once more. His fingers curl around your neck, a tight grip. "Use your voice~" You quickly let it out. "Yes, kai!"

"Ah ah!" He tutts, his grip around your neck tightening. "What is my name?" Your eyes widen before you remember. "Yes s-sir!" He nods, before smiling, his fingers unravelling from you neck, to your hair as he gently strokes it. "Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" His tugs at your hair, pulling you up into a sitting position. 

"Such a good, good girl.... But you've been bad now.... Should I punish you?" Your eyes widen. "No sir! I'm s-sorry!" He smirks, before pulling the hoodie of your body entirely. He inches close to you, and you think he is about to kiss you so you pucker your lips. "Ah ah! Only good girls get kisses!" You pout, and Jong in almost wants to kiss you now.

"I'm sorry!" You say again, as you try to pull him towards you. But he, is able to resist, and he buries his face deep into your neck, gently breathing in and out your scent, his breath hitting right on your sensitive area. He knew how crazy you get when he does that.

"Sir!" You moan, your voice sounding foreign to even yourself. Kai's teeth sink into your soft unmarked skin, as he paint art on you. He was the artist, and you were the canvas, nothing you could do would get you out of this. Once he was done with the hickeys covering your neck, he stood up and went to the chest of drawers were you stored your... toys..

Kai was a bit overexcited with the usage of toys and such, so the pair of you had bought an entire cupboard to keep in the stock of your sex toys. 

He selects a black blindfold, and fuzzy cuffs. Mmmh...Your favorite.

He ties the blindfold around your eyes, and seats you up on the bed, with your hands cuffed tightly. Not too tight enough for it to hurt, but tight enough to not allow you to escape its grasp. You struggle a bit, adjusting your body, till you feel a flat muscle lick against your cunt. 

Your body goes rigid and you stop moving around. He smirks against you, and he knows you can feel him right there. He lets out a soft groan, when you start grinding yourself onto his face, but his hands go to your thighs and he quickly stops you by holding your thighs. 

You whine and whimper at the sudden hold, but he teases you by letting his tongue wander all over your heat, but not where you want it this most. "Kai!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Please!" He suddenly stops. "Ah, ah... What's my name?" "Sir!!!!!"

"Good girl, I'll award you, shall I?"

He starts lapping at your juices, sucking, pinching, and stroking at your cunt. Your eyes had rolled back so far into your sockets, that you thought it might get stuck right there. His tongue was much better at pleasing you than your fingers, and the tightening in your stomach only increased. 

"Jong In!! I'm gonna c-" His warmth suddenly leave you. You look up at him, to see him smirking at you. You whine at not being able to release. "I think you've been stretched quite enough, right Jagi?" He unlocks the handcuffs, before tying it again onto you, except this time its not against the bed.

He undresses himself quickly, and as soon as he gets his underwear off, his large member flips against his lower abdomen. Your eyes feast on his naked body, all the ripped muscles on it. You want to trace your fingers over him, but your hands are unfortunately locked. 

You groan at this fact. His hands curl around his member as he strokes it, coating it with his pre cum. Once its enough, he bends over and produres his head into your heat. You groan at the feeling, clenching him and trying to pull him. "So thirsty for my dick, babygirl? Well then, I'll give you what you want!" 

He suddenly pounds into you, thrusting hard and not even allowing you to adjust to his length and girth. "God!" You screech, the pain and pleasure mixing together to cause something totally new. Your hands tug of your blindfold, wanting to see Kai fuck you deep. 

He lifts your left leg up, and places is onto his shoulders, reaching to places within you that had never been touched. "Feel me there? Right in that pretty little stomach of yours baby?" "Oh god yes! You scream, and you know your neighbours will be able to hear you quite well. 

But Kai liked that. He liked to show them all who you belonged to.

He grunts as you clench tightly around him, nearly not allowing to thrust. You were close and he got that. He pound into you even harsher, like an animal unleashed and allowed to do whatever it wanted with your body. He reaches over to your hair, and tugs you up. 

You comply, placing your head on his chest as he continues his work. These move was all you needed for you to come, and you let your cum flow, your eyes rolling to the back of your socket and all you can see for awhile is white. 

He continues pounding into you, chasing his own high. You, being hypersensitive clench tightly around him. This pulled him over the edge, and he cummed into you, releasing his load well. 

He lied next to you, both of you panting and sweaty. His cum flows a bit out of you, wetting the bed below. "That was-" Kai smiles at you. "I love you, Jagi" 

You grin, feeling a bit sleepy. "I love you too baby" 

A DEADLY PAIR 

ARENA HOMME FEBRUARY 2021 / HYUNJIN & FELIX. ©

dayum son we understand you are hot no need to flex on us poor citizens!

I can comfortably say that this version of Park Jimin can get it

FUCK

and all i did was look at his beautiful tattoos

the jinjoon had be cackling 

“i’m yours, in every way you’ll have me.”｜taehyung

pairing ↣ f. reader x taehyung

genre ↣ fwb au｜smut, angst

word count ↣ 0.8k

warnings ↣ (nsfw 18+) possessive dirty talk, rough sex, possible infidelity, penetrative sex, no aftercare, unrequited feelings, it’s angsty :(

notes ↣ requested by anon from this list (#71)! i actually already had a wip with this concept so i just tweaked it a little!

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

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get yourself a man who can do everything-

Happy 3rd Anniversary of ‘ G.C.F in Tokyo (정국&지민)’ ♡

rgjrjj

Didn’t know that people actually follow mee~

this dude has more emotions on his face at once than I have in my whole damn life

namjoon in 2020 (for: @lifegoesmon​)

Shit, Im obsessed with this series and this author. Please go check out the original one and give it loads of love!

Blizzard: let it snow

Epilogue/Christmas Ova to Blizzard

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Summary: It’s holiday season, and you have yet to disclose your new romance with Jungkook to the rest of your friends. But during your traditional Christmas gathering night filled with food, Love Actually and mistletoe, each of the six of them discover your secret relationship with your shy roommate one by one in ways that you dread…

Genre: domestic au, fluff, crack, established relationship

Warnings: none except little jealous koo, his raging boner and mentions of sex

Word Count: 8.4k

A/N: Highly requested part 2 to Blizzard!! Just a nice wholesome Christmas-themed fic to conclude the story of these two (which doesn’t mean I’ll stop writing drabbles of this couple because I know how much you want more smut of these two.) I wrote the last 3k of this on my 22hr plane ride, so please excuse me if it’s really shit. I hope you like it and Merry Christmas!

(Again, I’m sorry if this doesn’t live up to your expectations.)

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I feel kinda bad after the sad joon so i put in a happy joon one as well that I love 

Outro:Tear | Namjoon

Genre: Soulmate!AU; Fluff

Soulmate System: Music; Whatever song your soulmate is listening to, the opposite soulmate can hear it and vice versa

Pairing: Namjoon x Foreign!Reader

Summary: You figured out that your Soulmate was someone in BigHit Entertainment, as the songs you constantly heard in your head were one that weren’t released yet. You have no idea who, and when you finally figure out how to get into the building, you’re surprised at what you find out.

Warning: None!

Word Count: 1,861

Author’s Note: Thanks for the request!! Ooooooh boy is this a long one! I hope you like it!! ^_^

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This one is reblogged and was so sad but i still really like it 

Cut

Namjoon always hated soulmates

Namjoon had always believed soulmates were the dumbest thing this world ever came up with. He remembers when he first learned the concept in fifth grade - his teacher was gushing about how perfect soulmates were for each other, how no one could understand someone like their fated mate, how utterly amazing the gift of soulmates were.

As a ten-year-old, Namjoon sat at his desk nearly gagging over his teacher’s words.

How could being forced to love someone be a gift? How is having your freedom stripped away from you a blessing?

He didn’t understand it then and as he grew older, Namjoon only became more convinced soulmates were a nightmare disguised as a daydream. It all seemed so fake, so artificial that he couldn’t help but speak out about it every chance he got.

While a majority of people looked at him like he was crazy, there were a handful who agreed with his positions, causing the young adult to form a close-knit bond with them. The small group often went to Chosen parties - secret meetings of other nonbelievers - and discussed their beliefs, frequently hooking up with people they found attractive.

The sex was a thrill in itself, but the taboo nature of it was what really drove Namjoon wild. There was something so free about being entangled within the throes of passion with someone he’ll never see again. It was a fresh start every time - a new beginning.

He couldn’t comprehend how someone could be satisfied with one person for the entirety of their life. It would get so repetitive, so bland.

No, his way was certainly the way to go.

It was because of one of these hookups he stumbled into class late one day, hair in a bird’s nest and clothes wrinkled beyond reason. Snickers had broken out as soon as he stepped foot into the lecture room, but he hadn’t paid it any attention, more worried about his professor’s reaction to his tardiness.

This particular professor was pretty laid back, so she simply raised an eyebrow before telling him to take his seat.

His usual spot had been taken so he lumbered to a chair in the back of the large room, plopping his bag down by a girl he’d never seen before.

She laughed slightly at his appearance to which Namjoon glared slightly.

“Looks like someone’s soulmate is a bit wild,” she said lowly, smiling at him kindly.

At this, Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“I wouldn’t know. Never met her,” he replied coolly, watching as realization dawned on the girl’s face.

“Oh,” she replied, looking a bit like she didn’t know what to say to that.

“Got a problem?” Namjoon snaps.

He was much too worn out to be judged.

The girl shook her head.

“No. I was just a bit caught off guard is all. But anyway, you didn’t miss much. If you read the first few pages of chapter twelve, you’ll be all caught up,” she said, smiling politely before turning her attention back on the teacher.

And thus began an interesting friendship. The girl, YN her name was, turned out to be a devout believer in the supposed magic that was soulmates. But instead of Namjoon’s intense hatred of the concept making her uncomfortable, she allowed him to rant as often as he wanted to.

YN was always open and happy, balancing out Namjoon’s more somber personality. They could read each other well, always being able to tell when something was wrong with the other.

Weeks turned into months and friendship turned into a crush, Namjoon growing to like YN more and more each day.

It terrified him. He’d never held any other emotion but lust for a girl. The man never slid into fantasies about holding hands or going on cute dates, about snuggling up for a movie or coming home to her smiling face after a long day.

His fear only deepened knotting day approached. The day occurred once a year and marked the arrival of the soulmate strings. Every pair of soulmates who had met in the last year would find themselves tied to their partner with a thin red string.

Namjoon was worried that YN had met her match, that she’d be mated and his silly dreams would shatter around him as she waltzed off with whatever lucky bastard she’d been destined for.

It made him angry, so angry he forced himself to go to another Chosen party on Knotting Eve, ignoring YN’s request to wait for the clock to hit midnight together.

At midnight, Namjoon was lost in the haze of some leggy redhead he’d barely met.

At midnight, Namjoon failed to notice the pesky little string tying itself around his pinky.

Half past midnight, YN’s excitement over meeting her soulmate turned to bitter dread as her string led her to the familiar door of Namjoon’s small apartment. Her heart cracked in half when soft moaning could be heard wafting through the thin walls as Namjoon groaned out the name of some girl who certainly wasn’t her.

It was like she couldn’t breathe. YN’s head swam as the night blurred together, the girl staggering and nearly falling to the ground.

She barely made it to her house as tears blinded her, her lungs unable to take in enough air to breathe.

Out of all the people in the world, it had to be Namjoon. Namjoon, who hated his soulmate for existing. Namjoon, who always teased her for her rose-colored view of the world. Namjoon, who had more lovers than she could count on both hands.

Two hours of crying and she knew what she had to do.

The only way he’d ever be happy was if she was gone. Completely out of the picture.

With strong resolve, YN makes her decision.

The next morning, Namjoon wakes up to an empty bed and a text from YN.

Dear Joonie,

I am so sorry. A million years could go by and I’d never be able to tell you how sorry I am. These last few months of getting to know you have truly been a blessing, my own little slice of paradise. Even though we were fire and ice, I’ve always been so glad I met you. I’m sorry you’re stuck in a system you hate so much, but the good thing is you won’t have to worry about it anymore. Consider it a gift.

I know this is all you’ve ever wanted. I’m glad I can give it to you!

Happy Knotting Day, Namjoon! Mark it as the day you truly received your freedom!

With love,

Your soulmate,

YN

It’s only then the man notices the limp grey string dangling haplessly from his finger, the end curled and frayed.

SEXY~~

Tae in black aesthetic is HOT