Can You Write A Yujin Version Of The In A World Full Of Boys Hes A Gentleman That You Did For Gv?

can you write a yujin version of the in a world full of boys hes a gentleman that you did for gv?

in a world full of boys, he’s a gentleman.

— things that han yujin would do as your boyfriend.

han yujin x reader | 315 wc | fluff

yujin loves carrying your things for you. either you’re on a date, in school, or even just simply walking around. he finds as though it’s his duty to carry your things for you. it’s his natural instinct to reach over for your things when he fetches you.

yujin loves buying you random sweets. you’re at home? expect a knock on the door with a delivery of donuts / macarons / cupcakes!

did i say he likes sweets? because yujin certainly does and he would take self learning lessons on how do create such desserts, that’s why he’ll always pack you his self made and decorated sweets!

yujin loves taking on walks with you! it doesn’t matter if the walk home takes an hour, he will dedicate his time to walking just so that he could send you off. (and he likes holding your hand when he walks with you, also he will do the sidewalk rule where he has to be on the side of the road)

yujin loves to fricking compare hand sizes and will just hold your hand. he loves using this excuse repeatedly even if he knows that you know he’ll pull that move. “doesn’t my hand look huge?” and then he’ll put yours and his hand together before intertwining them, he’ll smile smugly and think “mission accomplished.”

yujin loves having singing contests with you! it happened once while you were cooking and singing to yourself, only to end with yujin immediately singing right after you. now it’s a common occurrence because you both actually sing pretty often..

he loves snuggling with you wherever he wants .. you’re on the couch? expect a yujin sleepily hugging you. you’re in bed? expect a yujin cuddling your side. you’re working on some school work? expect a yujin beside you snuggling your shoulder. wherever he is and if he feels sleepy, he will stay right by your side.

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zb1 and the attractive things they do 🫶🏻

-nonnie🌻

cupid, you struck my heart.

zb1 x reader | 335 wc

| note: i loved this sm :( also, nice seeing you around, 🌻 nonnie!

KJW is the most attractive when he smiles unconsciously because you smiled. he’s happy when you’re happy. you’re happy when he’s happy. (also because he’s an empath so 🤷🏻‍♀️)

ZH is the most attractive when he meets you in the middle; mentally, emotionally, and physically. he hates when people leave him behind so as much as possible, he avoids doing that with you.

SHB is the most attractive when he is so patient. to you, he’s the most attractive this way because sometimes, all you need is a person who is patient enough to stay through all of your ups and downs.

SKM is the most attractive when he snaps photos of you almost 24/7 and keeps them safe in his gallery, away from the prying eyes. and every time it’s your birthday or monthsarry, he’ll make up a short edited video with vlogs and pictures.

KTR is the most attractive when he puts you and your comfort first. if he notices that you aren’t comfortable with the place, he’ll immediately pull you away from the scene and take you to a place where you are much comfortable.

SQR is the most attractive when he lies back and watches you do the things that make you happy. he likes watching your smile slowly pop up on your face, watching you with so much admiration.

KGV is the most attractive when he pampers you. it’s the older brother nature in him, making it easy for him to pamper you in any way possible.

PGW is the most attractive when he is confident in his own skin, even around you. to you, he’s the most attractive when he has the courage to be comfortable around you: him in his weakest or even simply in his snorlax pajamas.

HYJ is the most attractive when he tries to figure out how love works out with you. he’s young, he has a lot to learn more about the world. and with love, it’s easier to figure out with you.

© GUNFLEUR — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

I did an illustration for Trans Day of Remembrance today at work.

Our little community contains so much anger and grief, but it's because we love each other so fiercely. We remember our dead because their memory keeps us stubborn.

I love all of us today, and I hope you do too.

symptoms of love 𐀔 harua

genre : fluff, warnings : kissing, word count : 1k>

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is it love? the tingling in your fingertips every time he brushes against your skin, the smile that grows on your face when he suddenly appears in the same room as you, and the way he occupies your thoughts every second of the day, is it love? you don't know exactly how you feel, or what all those emotions represent, but are you sure your heart has something special for him. why else would it beat so quickly every time the brown-haired boy shows up at your house or when you receive a text from him?

you've only recently started asking yourself these kinds of questions about harua, since that famous halloween party and that stupid game your friends like to play. they call it the bottle game : the bottle spins on itself until it points at two different people, who must kiss immediately. and if they refuse, they have to do a dare given by the game master.

and of course, the bottle stopped first on you, then on harua.

he immediately asked your opinion, telling you that for his part, he didn't care. and so as not to be seen as a coward, you agreed to do it. it was a shy kiss, almost too quick, like the touch of a cloud. you still remember the sweet taste of his lips, probably due to the many sweets you had consumed throughout the evening. but what impressed you most was the warmth of his hands against your cheeks, the beauty of his hazelnut eyes under the moonlight, and the way his lips intertwined perfectly with yours. these three things never left your thoughts.

a week or so had passed since then, and harua seemed to have got on with his life, while you shivered every time he seemed a little too close to you. like now, sitting on your living room floor, your revision books scattered on the coffee table accompanied by two long-forgotten glasses of soda. he looked concentrated, writing in his notebook without looking up, while you watched him intently, your chin tucked in the palm of your hand and your dream-filled eyes scrutinizing every detail of his face.

you began to imagine a lot of scenarios about what your relationship could become : maybe this innocent little physical connection will take your friendship to the next level? generally, what you feel now for him, is what's described in the romance books, right? the butterflies in your stomach, the desire to hold him close to you, the admiration in your eyes every time you look at him.. these are symptoms of love, aren't they?

you continued to question yourself, far too lost in thought to notice that the boy was now looking in your direction without saying a word. his eyes darted from right to left, trying to find the slightest clue as to what was going on in your little head at the moment. but you seemed too far away.

so he put his pencil down on his notebook, moving gently to get closer to you, his face now inches from yours. and suddenly, his hands were on your cheeks, bringing you out of your reverie without any sudden gestures from you. your eyes locked with his, silently questioning him, trying not to panic — but your heart, racing in your chest, had a different definition of the term “ don't panic ”.

under the craziness of the moment, you closed your eyes tightly, ready to feel his lips collide with yours once again. an amused smile spread across his face, the young boy finding your behavior adorable. then came the moment you'd been waiting for, the moment when you felt that warmth and sweet taste on your mouth again. it was like the first time, but only better. because there were no curious eyes around, no annoying noises from your friends in your ears — just you, and harua, both alone in your living room with only your hearts beating in unison to witness this moment.

not knowing what to do with your hands, you remained stoic, until he decided to move away from you. your hands clasped his wrists, your glassy eyes lost in his, and in an almost pleading but equally light voice, you gently squeezed his arms between your unconfident fingers, « can we do that again? my eyes were closed. »

« oh my god. » he replied, letting his hands leave your cheeks to fall on your thighs, a laugh escaping from his rosy lips. you blinked, feeling an ounce of shyness come over you — but harua quickly made it disappear, bringing his adorable face close to yours again, his gaze penetrating your soul. the tip of his nose brushed yours, while his fingers intertwined with yours in a delicate way, his thumbs moving mechanically to caress your skin. « close your eyes y/n, trust me. » he whispered, his breath tickling your lips, and without thinking, you did as he asked, not without giving his hands a gentle squeeze.

in the second that followed, you felt him take possession of your lips again, but something was different. it was more confident, less shy, and your stomach lurched as you felt the pressure of harua's lips against yours grow stronger. it was a real kiss, a real one like in the teen movies you'd watched over and over, dreaming of the moment when it would finally happen to you. and you couldn't have hoped for anything better than to live this moment with harua.

what you were feeling felt strangely like a first love, if we are to believe your distraught little heart. tilting your face slightly to the side, you initiated the deepening of your kiss, feeling him receptive to your initiation, the kiss becomes soft and sparkling, although deeper, until you forget to breathe. seconds after, he moved away a few millimetres, catching his breath and finally opening his eyes to look at you and your adorable face that drove him crazy. then, feeling a persistent gaze on you, you copied his movements to plunge your gaze into harua's.

« i haven't stopped thinking about you, » he finally declared, letting go of one of your hands to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, « since the halloween party, my heart has been crying out for you. »

how could you control those damn butterflies when he slipped such pretty words into your ear? harua knew how to melt your heart, even if it was innocent and involuntary. then a small smile crept across your mouth as you leaned in to place a peck on his lips, making his cheekbones slightly rosy. « am i falling in love with you? » you asked, your gaze fixed on his, and his heart melted in his chest at your beautifully spoken words.

wrapping his arms around your waist, harua pulled you against him, placing a warm kiss against your cheek. « i hope so, » he admitted softly, running his fingers along your spine, « because i'm falling in love with you. »

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silence between songs — h. hyeongjun

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ xdinary heroes | more info!

synopsis. hyeongjun portrays his feelings through music.

author's note. sorry for the month break </3

wc > 0.422k , genre : fluff/angst , gn!reader

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the room is filled with gentle chords—the occasional piercing screech of fingers readjusting their position feeling your ears. melodies are strummed effortlessly, like they’ve been played countless of times before; flowing smoothly from one note to the next, leaving an almost somber feeling. it's typical for the heaviness of the world to be shown through his guitar—for the worries that have trotted into his mind to find their release through his melancholic tunes.

it's around five in the afternoon, and the sky casts a gray tint to the world, seemingly matching hyeongjun's mood. his bedroom light is off, and his curtains are opened for the light to pass through.

the melody, which had started as a slow-flowing pace, has increasingly sped up, the chords causing your body to become tense.

“wanna talk about it?” you watch from your spot on his bed, the comforter made perfectly underneath your body as your head is laid on his freshly washed pillowcase. he sits at his desk, the lower bout of the guitar facing towards you.

“hm?” the boy turns his head softly, his melody becoming rather syncopated. his eyes meet yours, and you notice his pursed lips; a sign of stress, but also a sign of focus.

“your strums sound sad,” you say, pointing to his guitar. “you only play sad tunes when you’re feeling upset.”

"oh.”

hyeongjun looks down at his guitar, running his fingers softly down the frets. he inhales shakily. “i don’t know how to talk about it.”

sitting up from your position in his bed, you tilt your head to look at him, reaching out to caress his shoulder. you can feel the tension in his body.

“it's okay to not know. talk to me through music.”

hyeongjun's head turns slowly. he gulps, nodding. so, you pull your hand back, watching as hyeongjun gathers his thoughts. Inhaling deeply, he positions his fingers in their starting positions, strumming the first chord.

the same tune from before starts, but this time the build-up is different, and he seems more into it—like he’s sure of the emotions he’s feeling. when he reaches the end, he gulps again, looking up at you with quivering lips. your eyes meet, and you stand to hug him. he places his guitar against his desk, and embraces you tightly, breathing heavily into your chest.

“i'm sorry,” he cries, his tears soaking through your shirt. his grip around you tightens.

“don't be, hyeongjun. please don’t be sorry.” you rub his back as the room is filled with broken sobs.

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