"Why're You Tapping At My Window At This Time." You Murmur, Wiping The Remnants Of Sleep From Your Eyes,

"Why're you tapping at my window at this time." you murmur, wiping the remnants of sleep from your eyes, Ni-ki huffs as he finally lands his right leg on your carpet, his hair and clothes drenched from the rain.

"Mom kicked me out for the night, and I really doubt your dad would like to wake up to me knocking on his door at 1 in the morning." he chuckles, taking off his leather jacket, placing it messily on your study table. You frown at the sight, going to close the window, to stop more rain from coming in, waving at his friends parked in front of your house.

"What'd you do this time." "she didn't like my grades, and some other stuff, you know, the usual." he lays on your bed, earning a grumble from you, a hearty chuckle erupting from his stomach in response. You grab your hair dryer, before kicking at him to sit up. His hands grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him, your fingers lazily comb through his wet hair, plugging the electronic in. It grumbles softly at it comes to life, held awkwardly as you dried what you could of his hair cause he wouldn't pull away.

The sound from your dryer fills the air, your body drifting in and out of sleep. Finally managing to pull him away, focusing the electronic on his bangs. "I wish your dad wasn't such a dick. I'd get married to you right now." "Even if my dad wasn't a dick , we wouldn't get married cause we're still too young." you say as you put the dryer down on you bedside table.

"Would you marry me?" he questions, your eyes scan his face, fingers dragging through his now damp (ish) hair, a small smile gracing your face. "Yes, in a heartbeat." his cheeks swell with color, a soft red, his smile growing. "I'll get you the biggest diamond, a gold and silver ring, the most expensive." "You're the biggest diamond I'll ever need, the most expensive jewel I'll ever want." he paused before pulling away from your touch, a shy fit of laughter causing him to shake, leaned back, his body held up by his left hand, to look at you.

"T-that was really good." "learned from the best."

hey guys! i just wanted to come here and address the situation my account is in.

i'm sure you guys know who haze and emi is! i don't have haze's account but i have emi's which is emisloves. so, people have been asking me if i'm a minor. yes, i'm a minor. i'm 15, i'm NOT a baby and it's not messing with my mental health (as some people ahem.. haze.. have been applying) if i write smut. which i barely do. (as in i recently began to write smut.)

one thing i get, is the curiosity. people asking me if i'm actually a minor and if it's actually true. but, i find it incredibly rude when people make it seem like i'm crazy or so for writing smut.

i'd like to start with this:

if someone has audacity, it's YOU, emi. it's the fact that you were exposed for being racist and making racist comments with haze, being exposed by @intromortal in THIS post.

you can call me a bitch, but we both know that you're the shameless one. moving on, i'd like to show this:

this was sent to me by haze on her second account. i suppose haze assumed that i'd lie about my age. something i've never done since nobody even asked for my age and i didn't put an age in my bio. i didn't block her at the moment, i considered it but i never did.

i was SUPER polite with responding, which i have screenshots.. of me giving her the benefit of the doubt.

going back to emi, i was really nice to her, and all i even did (in the two times that i even left something in her inbox) was compliment her theme.. nothing vulgar.. the only reason i even interacted with the two was because their account was in my reccommendation.

and, with the post that @intromortal posted, i saw haze and emi's 'apology' for making the racist comments..

personally, if i was emi, i wouldn't be calling anybody else shameless. especially if i did something like that. being racist is one thing. calling someone else shameless (when that's all you) is another.

another post i found: this.. which also goes with the whole racist comment incident.

i found out (i'm not 100% sure about this one) that emi went on a hiatus after that, and came back. i assume that going on a hiatus was so that everything died down and she wouldn't have to deal with it after her apology.

but anyways, i just wanted to clear some things up. i appreciate my anons who let me know and all!

birthday cake with your daugther | park sunghoon

pairing: dad!sunghoon x mom!reader (ft. their kid)

genre: fluff

summary: sunghoons hardest task on your birthday was making it through the baking a cake process, because your mischievous little girl couldn’t control her hunger.

• do not copy or repost my work

the soft morning light streamed through the curtains, gently lighting up the kitchen. sunghoon stood at the island, an apron tied around his waist and flour dusting his fingers.

today was special—it was your birthday, and he wanted to make it perfect. he wasn’t exactly an expert in baking, but he was determined to make you a cake, and that had to count for something, right?

beside him sat your daughter, sori, perched on the counter with her small legs dangling. she was only three and a half, but she already had a mischievous spark in her eyes, watching everything her appa did with curiosity.

he handed her a tiny spoon to help, though most of her “helping” involved sneaking little bits of batter into her mouth when sunghoon wasn’t looking.

“sori, we need to save that for the cake, you know,” sunghoon said, a smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at her.

“but it’s yummy, appa,” she giggled, her fingers already sticky with batter.

sunghoon shook his head, chuckling. “just a little more, but we need enough for eomma’s cake, okay?”

the batter was finally ready, thick and smooth, and sunghoon carefully poured it into the pan. sori watched, her hands resting on the edge of the counter, her eyes wide. he smoothed the top of the batter and moved to place it in the oven, feeling a small sense of accomplishment. but when he turned back around, he noticed something strange—the leftover batter had a small, suspicious dent in it.

he raised an eyebrow, looking at sori. “what happened here?”

“nothing,” she said quickly, though the crumbs on her lips betrayed her.

“hmm,” sunghoon hummed, pretending to be serious. “looks like someone’s been eating more than just a little.”

sori giggled, clearly unbothered by his fake interrogation. sunghoon couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. “you’re going to ruin your appetite.”

the smell of the cake filled the house as it baked, the scent of vanilla warm and comforting. sunghoon checked the time—still plenty of it before you would wake up. he turned his attention to the frosting, starting to whip it up while sori hovered nearby, occasionally peeking over his shoulder.

“appa,” she whispered, “can i taste?”

“just wait a little longer,” sunghoon said, gently nudging her away with a smile. “we’ll eat it all together when it’s done.”

but when sunghoon was distracted for just a moment—reaching for the decorations—sori took her chance. with a quick glance to make sure he wasn’t watching, she leaned over the cake that had been cooling on the counter. her tiny fingers dug into the soft, warm sponge, pulling out bite-sized pieces, one after the other.

sunghoon turned back and froze. there it was—a small cave, hollowed out in the middle of the cake, and beside it, sori stood proudly with crumbs all over her fingers and face.

“sori!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide as he tried not to laugh. she looked up at him, her expression innocent but completely unbothered.

“i was hungry, appa.”

sunghoon sighed, crouching down to her level. “oh no, what are we going to do now?” his voice was soft, more amused than upset. it was hard to be mad when she looked so proud of herself.

sori just giggled again, not realizing the chaos she’d caused. sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, staring at the cake. “i guess we’ll have to fix it.”

he wasn’t sure how, but after a few minutes of thinking, he decided to just cover up the damage with extra frosting. it wouldn’t be perfect, but it was better than nothing. as he spread the frosting over the cake, sunghoon kept glancing at sori, shaking his head in disbelief but smiling all the same. she reminded him so much of you—full of life, cheeky, and impossible not to love.

once the cake was finally done, sunghoon stepped back to admire his work. it wasn’t perfect—definitely a little lopsided, and the frosting was a bit thick where he’d tried to cover sori’s “cave,” but it would do.

“okay,” he said, turning to sori. “let’s go wake eomma.”

he picked her up, her small arms wrapping around his neck, and the two of them tiptoed quietly down the hallway toward your bedroom. the house was still, and as they entered the room, the soft sound of your breathing filled the space. sunghoon set sori gently on the bed, and she immediately crawled over to your side, her little hands patting your arm.

“eomma,” she whispered, her voice full of excitement. “wake up!”

you stirred, slowly opening your eyes to the sight of sori’s bright, smiling face. her cheeks were flushed with excitement, and her hands were still slightly sticky. then, you noticed sunghoon standing at the doorway with a soft smile, holding a cake—your birthday cake.

“happy birthday,” he said, his voice low and warm.

you sat up, blinking the sleep from your eyes, a smile spreading across your face. sori wasted no time climbing into your lap, her little hands on your cheeks, pressing sloppy kisses to your face.

“appa and i made a cake!” she announced proudly. “but i ate some.”

sunghoon’s quiet laugh filled the room, and he walked over, placing the cake on the bedside table. “yeah, she left her mark on it,” he said, his eyes crinkling in amusement.

you glanced at the cake, noticing the slightly uneven surface, and couldn’t help but laugh. it wasn’t perfect, but it was the most perfect thing you could’ve asked for.

“thank you,” you whispered, pulling sori close to kiss her forehead, then reaching for sunghoon, who leaned down to kiss you gently on the lips.

“let’s eat before sori finishes the rest of it,” sunghoon joked, sitting down beside you.

the three of you shared slices of the slightly lopsided cake, laughter filling the room as sunghoon recounted the morning’s adventure in the kitchen.

it didn’t matter that the cake wasn’t perfect. in this moment, with sunghoon and sori by your side, it was everything.

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As much as I want my page to be happy and fun, I have to talk about this insanity.

Fate/Fate Plus tour ended not even 24 hours ago. Almost all members voicing how relieved they are for it to be over, just for BeLift to announce another world tour today. Thankfully, a lot of people on Weverse, TikTok, and Twitter have started to bring more attention to the issue.

As much as I love and adore enhypen with all of my heart, I do not want to pay money to see them miserable or lack members up on stage. Their physical and mental state mean more to me than an interaction. I think most people can agree with me on this.

Sadly, as much as I’d love to push the idea of boycotting them, they will most likely feel that it is their fault. There really is no win in this situation. If we keep buying/streaming Belift wont stop, if we stop buying/streaming enhypen will feel disappointed in themselves and BeLift may toss them to the side and stop giving them any sort of support at all.

So, best course of action right now is to force BeLift to make them have a longer break than a month by basically spamming them in their comments on different platforms.

If you want to participate in this, great! There are many different tags and formats you can use that are being posted on Weverse and Twitter. Just copy and paste and spam it on BeLift and any official Kpop new source advertising about the tour.

If you read this far, I thank you for listening to what I have to say about this and I hope you take my words into consideration. Please keep in mind this is to protect Enhypen. If you do have Weverse, please send some kind words of support their way to show we do love them and none of this is their fault.

Just wanted to also state that, for now we are using the spamming method. If that does not work, I 100% think a boycott should be done.

Any tags used are to spread the word, disregard them.

（ 제목 ） MR PARK.

PRESENT.⠀⟡​⠀your boss offers you a ride home?

（ 박종성 ） — pairing = fem!employee x ceo!jay ୨୧ warning = none ୨୧ wc = 618

a/n : this is my first time uploading one of my works on tumblr… i hope you enjoy! all my works are on wattpad @ tamas-love so you can check it out there <3

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ㅤ𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 midnight as you walked towards Jay's office. Most employees had gone home already, but you had to work a little later than usual. All the lights were off except for his office and the cubicle you worked in. The small knock at Jay's door caught his attention, to which he spoke out a quick "come in." Before going back to flipping through papers.

ㅤOnce invited into his office, you open the door and walk in. Surprised to see he was still hard at work.. "Mr. park, why haven't you gone home yet? It's very late.." You say with a more softer voice, sounding stupid since you did the same. "I could ask you the same question." Jay says, raising an eyebrow at you and squinting his eyes.

ㅤTo his surprise, you were wearing a formal skirt-he wasn't exactly surprised about the fact you were just wearing a skirt, but more about the fact that you're wearing a skirt in this weather. "May I ask why you're wearing a skirt? It's cold outside, adding the fact that it's pouring out there." Jay's eyes scan your outfit, not judging but more confused.

ㅤ"Oh, my skirt? Uhm.. you might not believe me but I thought it would be nice out today, I forgot to check the weather for the night and only checked for the morning." You mumble, adjusting your skirt by pulling it down. "Are you not cold?" He asked, tilting his head and furrowing his eyebrows. "That's absurd. Check the weather thoroughly from now on."

ㅤHe says, sounding like a protective dad or boyfriend. "Okay, yes.. I will. but, Mr. Park. when are you going to go home? You should go home especially if you haven't eaten dinner yet!" You say, sounding concerned which made him smile a little bit. The smile was subtle, and before you could notice the smile he went back to a straight-poker-face.

ㅤ"Don't worry about me. You should go home. Leave, go home, now." Jay ordered, pointing to the door behind you with his pen. You quickly bow in goodbye before leaving, the door closing behind you. "Did she even bring an umbrella.. or a coat at least?" He mumbled to himself, subconsciously worrying for your health.

ㅤAfter an hour or two, Jay eventually came downstairs, exiting the elevator and entering the lobby. He stopped when he saw you standing by the window, peering out and just staring at the rain. "What the hell.." He mumbled, making his way to you and tapping you on your shoulder. "Y/n, you shouldn't be here."

ㅤYou look at him in surprise when he taps your shoulder, adjusting your purse strap. "Oh- well.. I was waiting for the rain to stop so I could go to the bus station-" You attempted to explain yourself but the look on Jay's face told you to shut up. "Are you stupid? I'm genuinely curious as to how you got this job.."

ㅤ"The rain doesn't stop until the morning," He took a pause to look at his expensive watch. "The last bus has left by now," He stopped once more to look you up and down. "And you're wearing a skirt and some heels. Please, use your brain." Jay sighs, putting his bag down and taking off his coat before wrapping it around your shoulders.

ㅤ"Wear this so you don't get cold.." Jay's voice softens, adjusting the coat around you before buttoning it up. Your cheeks were slowly gaining a redder color, but you couldn't help but admit how warm it was.. and how it smelt like his cologne. "Oh- thank you.." You mumble, his big coat engulfing you in warmth.

"I'll drop you off home, don't catch a cold.."

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