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and now if i see any of u writing any type of anything for taeil ur getting blocked
this is sick and twisted, wtf
ATTENTION!
according to recent news, there are 200+ female idols whose faces have been used in the deepfake ai porn from all generations of kpop, including fifth generation groups! this should concern all people, regardless of whether or not you’re fans of these idols—especially when it concerns the livelihood of young underaged girls. they’ve done nothing except do their jobs, and yet they’re faces are being photoshopped into sexual content without their knowledge or consent. please share and spread awareness about this issue. it’s the least we can do. and while you’re at it, remind your friends and family to be careful—it’s a scary world out there, and you never know who the next victim is going to be.
This situation is disgusting, painful, and sickening to the core, but it is very real.
Idols, let's not forget, are real people with real lives, that we do not know, so their actions undoubtedly affect the people around them.
While it absolutely sucks that someone who had so much influence over our lives turned out to be so vile, and it definitely hurts for his fans, this is about the victim, and it always will be.
It is absolutely okay and acceptable to be upset by this whole situation, but the focus should be on the victim and getting them the justice they deserve.
Supporting Taeil from this point forward is disgusting and does absolutely nothing for showing solidarity with the victim or anyone else who has been victim to anything similar
And making up rumours about a situation like this is equally as disgusting, lying about something so serious for a moment of fame and spotlight? or to pretend we know more than we really do? Please let's avoid spreading misinformation and rumours. It's not respectful in the slightest.
i’m in such disbelief right now and beyond disgusted.
i really hope y’all are choosing your morals over kpop; because we do not know these men at all. i will never side with or defend a predator and a criminal, even with little to no proof. even if there is the smallest chance he may be innocent, i will always believe the victim first.
some of you, as fans of the boys for years and him in general, i know you must be feeling disappointed and betrayed. you’re not dumb for previously supporting him, as we couldn’t have possibly known. but now is the time for a reality check and it’s time to wake up and take a step back. this just goes to show that we know absolutely nothing about them.
for sm to just outright put out a statement on their own before any rumors even surfaced and immediately kick him out? this has to be insanely serious and i’m terrified of what he could’ve done. the crazy thing is with everything currently happening in korea with the telegram situation, and korean women constantly being in danger in general because of the men there, i’m not at all surprised that celebrities are being exposed. sm has protected criminals before, and held onto lucas when his scandal came out as well as other artists who have been exposed for similar crimes. i can’t even imagine the severity of the current situation. we’ve seen what happened with the burning sun, and these men are not immune to being misogynistic, vile human beings.
members have already unfollowed him and deleted posts with him in them; his best friend of 17yrs has unfollowed him. the company taking the initiative and him getting kicked out of the group in less than a second before anything even came out, no denying the claims or even trying to defend him. that should be enough to tell you and understand how serious this actually is. i am beyond disgusted with him and this whole situation.
i sincerely hope the victim is doing okay and praying for them to heal and get the justice they deserve. and remember that your love for these celebrities should always be conditional, because we do not know them. it’s their job to put on a show and show you their public persona, but behind closed doors? we don’t know what they’re actually like. we put them on a pedestal and yet we don’t know what they’re really capable of. they are still men after all. i hope the police are taking this seriously. there needs to be consequences and these women need to be protected.
let this be a lesson to all of us. they don’t know us, and we don’t know them, not really, not at all.
ALWAYS choose morals over these strangers you idolize. and as women, we should be standing with the victims.
maybe not all men, but enough of them. and maybe not all men, but somehow always a man. and going forward, i will continue to support nct as a whole with the remaining members. however, keeping the situation in mind, i will be supporting from afar for a little while. if the situation escalates and other members are investigated and new information comes to light about the rest of them either knowing or possibly being involved, it would be best to step away for good. i will do my best to stay updated. but i do hope the rest of the members are doing okay, and hopefully no other members were involved; but this, just shows that they can always surprise us. you never think it’ll be your fave, until it is.
let’s hope this causes a domino effect and more of these people are exposed and charged for the crimes they’re committing.
sending love to anyone who has ever experienced sexual violence or has been targeted and been in a similar situation. it is not your fault and it never was!
love you all and my dms are always open if you need to vent. <3
❗️EDIT: also i wanna add that we need to not praise the rest of the members or any other celebrity for simply unfollowing him on social media. that is the least of anyone’s worries.
we don’t know if they were aware, we don’t know if they knew and were protecting him or turning a blind eye. it could be them trying to save themselves and clear their guilty conscience. maybe they didn’t know and are just as shocked as we are, we don’t know that either.
we blindly trust these people and believe they have good intentions but look at where that can lead to. fans being upset is valid, yes; but remember people with money and power will do whatever it takes to sweep things under the rug and make it go away in order to save face and keep their image and reputation.
i will never, truly never, understand people who shit on 127 and then stan dream.
babe theyre literally in the same group. markhyuck are in both groups how are you treating minhyung and donghyuck from dream differently than mark and haechan from ilichil??
also the blatant shitting on mark's solo (apart from child) and 127's songs and BAGGY JEANS??? i genuinely saw someone on my dash talking about how they didn't like baggy jeans because it's a meaningless song and that most of mark's solos (golden hour, 200) are about females and sex.
like... he's a 25 year old, he's a guy, he's straight and he wrote those solos himself. it's like they expect him to write every song like child, about growing up and yearning and pain—man, other emotions exist.
baggy jeans hate is so forced. 127 music hate is so forced. especially by dreamzens because be so fr. the concepts, first of all, are wildly different.
127 for the longest time tend to go for noise music (they do have slow/romantic/r&b b-sides but they're mostly well known for the noise music) how are you going to be hating on that. i mean i get sticker, but fact check?? walk?? 2 baddies?? (talking about recent ones assuming op likes the older bangers)
it's so clear that op likes a certain type of music and it's valid but talking about how you'll unstan if mark/127 continue making this music is wild. they also don't like the fact that some of dream's songs are about girls but dude, they're 20 something guys, who are (as far as we know) straight AND they don't write their own music AND they have a large female fanbase.
they had the same opinion about rains in heaven which ?? is ?? kinda ?? off ?? rains in heaven literally goes on about "i love you as you are"
man fanwars piss me off in general as a multistan but internal fanwars (127zens, dreamzens, weishennies) used to be funny, now they're irritating as hell. they're as bad as akgaes. like why are solo lisa stans fighting w solo jennie fans? they're LITERALLY bsfs. ugh.
i had something more to say about streaming culture but i have class now
I'm fine, sorry about the shipping🥲🥲
HIII, HOW ARE YOU?
HERE'S SOME LOVE
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as good as i can be after i ordered something online and it said that the shipping was free and then they charged me for it. how are you?
Almost, But Not Quite
The first time you saw Renjun, he was just another student in the lecture hall—a figure among many, blending into the background noise of academic droning. It was the first semester of your college journey, and every day felt like a battle to stay afloat amidst the sea of new faces, unfamiliar routines, and relentless pressure. You were buried in your textbooks, the weight of endless assignments and looming deadlines pressing heavily on your shoulders.
Your focus wavered between the professor’s monotonous lecture and the ticking clock on the wall, each second dragging on in a blur of fatigue and anxiety. Renjun was seated a few rows ahead of you, absorbed in his notes. His presence barely registered in your overtaxed mind until a fleeting glance caught his profile—a determined set to his jaw and a furrowed brow that suggested he was fighting his own battle with the material.
It wasn’t until the group project that Renjun’s quiet demeanor began to break through your haze. The project was a critical part of your grade, and the weight of its importance made it an immediate priority. You found yourself in a study group with Renjun, and it was here that the unremarkable student began to reveal layers of complexity.
The library, often your refuge from the chaotic campus, became a backdrop for your growing connection with Renjun. It was late afternoon, and the fading light cast long shadows across the study tables. The quiet was punctuated only by the rustling of papers and the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead.
Renjun sat across from you, his focus unwavering as he meticulously organized his notes. You were struck by how effortlessly he seemed to understand the material, his calm approach a stark contrast to your own frenzied efforts. As the hours wore on, the stress of the project seemed to dissolve, replaced by an unexpected ease in your conversations.
“What do you do when you’re not studying?” you asked, breaking the silence with a question that had been on your mind.
Renjun looked up, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. “I like to sketch. It helps me unwind. I find it calming, you know?”
You were intrigued. “Sketch? What do you draw?”
He shrugged, his eyes lighting up with a rare enthusiasm. “Everything and nothing. Mostly just whatever comes to mind. It’s a way to clear my head.”
You shared your own passion for writing, and the conversation flowed effortlessly, shifting from your shared interests to personal anecdotes. It was in these moments of connection, amid the piles of textbooks and the hum of the library, that you felt a shift—an awareness that something deeper was growing between you.
As the semester progressed, your interactions with Renjun became more frequent and more personal. Study sessions extended into coffee dates, and discussions about academics morphed into conversations about your lives outside of class. The café near campus, with its cozy booths and warm lighting, became a favorite spot for you both.
One chilly evening, you found yourselves nestled in a corner of the café, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the soft strains of jazz music playing in the background. The warmth of the café was a stark contrast to the biting cold outside, and you were grateful for the respite from the harsh weather.
Renjun was animated as he spoke about a recent art exhibit he had visited. His eyes sparkled with excitement, and you found yourself drawn to the passion in his voice. It was moments like these that made you realize how deeply you were falling for him, how much you cherished his presence in your life.
“I never thought I’d be so moved by a painting,” he said, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart race. “There was something about it that just… spoke to me. You know what I mean?”
You nodded, trying to keep your emotions in check. “I understand. It’s like when you read a book that just resonates with you on a personal level.”
Renjun’s gaze lingered on you, and for a moment, the world seemed to narrow to just the two of you. The connection between you was palpable, a magnetic pull that neither of you could fully acknowledge. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.
The days grew shorter, and the weather turned colder as winter approached. The campus was draped in a blanket of snow, and the rain that fell in relentless sheets against the library windows seemed to mirror the tumultuous emotions swirling inside you.
One particularly dreary afternoon, as you and Renjun huddled together at your usual table in the library, the weight of unspoken feelings felt almost unbearable. The rain beat against the glass, a rhythmic backdrop to the silent tension that had settled between you.
You were both deeply engrossed in your work, but the proximity was overwhelming. The brush of your shoulders, the occasional touch of your hands, and the shared glances were a constant reminder of the unspoken words that loomed between you.
Renjun’s pen paused mid-air, and he looked over at you with an expression that was both serious and hesitant. The quiet was charged with an almost tangible energy, and you could feel the pressure mounting.
“Hey,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “Can we talk?”
Your heart skipped a beat. The simplicity of his request was laced with a weight that you couldn’t ignore. You glanced up, meeting his eyes, and saw a vulnerability that made your breath catch. The anticipation was almost suffocating.
“Yeah, sure,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you.
Renjun took a deep breath, his gaze shifting to the raindrops racing down the window. His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his notebook, and the tension between you seemed to grow with every passing second.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. “I… I feel like there’s something between us. Something more than just friendship.”
The words hit you like a jolt, sending a shockwave through your chest. Your heart pounded in your ears, and the world seemed to narrow to just the two of you. This was the moment you had both been skirting around, the moment where everything could change.
You opened your mouth, but no words came out. The fear of jeopardizing the fragile connection you had built made your throat close up. You cared deeply for Renjun, and the thought of losing him was almost unbearable. But the fear of what could happen if you acknowledged the feelings was equally paralyzing.
“I… I don’t know what to say,” you finally managed, your voice trembling. “I care about you, Renjun. I really do. But… I’m not sure if I can handle more right now.”
The look on Renjun’s face was heartbreaking. His eyes, which had held so much hope, now reflected a deep sense of disappointment and hurt. He nodded slowly, his expression a mixture of understanding and sorrow.
“I get it,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. I just… needed you to know.”
The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of everything left unsaid. The comfortable camaraderie you had once shared now felt like a distant memory. The air between you was thick with unspoken regrets and a palpable sense of loss.
The days following that conversation were filled with a strained awkwardness. The once-easy interactions with Renjun became guarded and distant. The warmth that had characterized your time together seemed to evaporate, leaving behind a cold emptiness.
You continued to see him around campus, but the once-familiar smiles and casual conversations were replaced with polite nods and fleeting interactions. The sense of connection that had once been so strong now felt fractured, and the longing for what might have been was a constant ache in your chest.
Winter break arrived, bringing with it a much-needed respite from the relentless pressure of college life. You spent the holidays with your family, trying to escape the memories of the conversation that had altered your relationship with Renjun. Yet, even in the comfort of home, the sense of loss lingered.
One snowy evening, as you walked through the campus, now covered in a pristine layer of snow, you ran into Renjun. He was bundled up in a thick coat, his breath visible in the chilly air. The sight of him brought a rush of conflicting emotions—sadness, longing, and an intense sense of regret.
“Hey,” he said softly, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of hesitation and warmth. “How have you been?”
You forced a smile, though it felt hollow. “I’ve been good. Just enjoying the break. How about you?”
Renjun shrugged, his eyes shifting to the snow-covered ground. “Same here. Just trying to relax.”
The conversation was polite but strained, the weight of the unspoken words between you creating an almost palpable barrier. The ease that had once characterized your interactions was gone, replaced by a heavy silence that neither of you seemed willing or able to bridge.
“Well, I should probably head back,” you said finally, trying to sound casual. “I’ve got some errands to run.”
Renjun nodded, his smile fading slightly. “Yeah, me too. Take care, okay?”
You watched as he walked away, the snow crunching beneath his boots. The sight of him leaving left you with a deep sense of longing and a gnawing regret. You had come to cherish your time with Renjun, and the thought of the connection remaining fractured was almost too painful to bear.
Months passed, and as spring blossomed on campus, so did the subtle changes in your life. The initial pangs of regret were gradually replaced by a bittersweet acceptance. The emotional wound had begun to heal, though the memory of Renjun lingered like a haunting refrain.
It was on a particularly bright afternoon that you found yourself at the campus bookstore, searching for a book that had been recommended by a friend. The store was bustling with students, their chatter filling the space with a sense of hurried energy.
As you reached for a book on a high shelf, your fingers brushed against another hand reaching for the same volume. You turned to find Renjun standing next to you, his eyes wide with surprise.
“Hey,” he said, a hint of awkwardness in his voice. “I didn’t expect to run into you here.”
You swallowed, your heart skipping a beat. “Yeah, just looking for a book. It’s been a while.”
Renjun nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, it has. How have you been?”
The conversation was stilted, the old familiarity overshadowed by the weight of the past. Yet, beneath the surface, there was a palpable tension—a hint of unresolved feelings that neither of you could ignore.
As you both left the bookstore, Renjun hesitated by the door, as if debating whether to say something more. The sun was setting, casting long shadows on the ground, and the atmosphere was filled with a quiet anticipation.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” Renjun began, his voice low. “About us, and what might have been.”
Your breath caught in your throat. The familiarity of his words, combined with the emotional weight of the moment, made your heart ache. You wanted to respond, to bridge the gap that had formed between you, but the fear of reopening old wounds held you back.
Renjun seemed to sense your hesitation. “I don’t want to make things awkward,” he said quickly, his gaze dropping to the ground. “I just… I needed you to know that I’ve been thinking a lot about us.”
You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could find the right words, Renjun’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting to one of concern.
“I’m sorry,” he said, looking up at you with a troubled expression. “I have to go. Something’s come up.”
Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone in the fading light. The suddenness of his departure left you with a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, longing, and an aching sense of what could have been.
You watched as Renjun disappeared into the distance, the weight of his unspoken words lingering in the air. The possibility of what might still be unresolved hung heavily between you, a haunting reminder of the fragile connection that had never fully blossomed.
As you stood there, the sun setting behind you, you couldn't shake the feeling that this was not the end. The unresolved tension and the flicker of hope left you with a heart full of questions, each one more painful than the last.
What was Renjun about to say? Would you ever get the chance to understand his true feelings, or was this the final goodbye to a connection that had been left almost but not quite fulfilled?
The unanswered questions echoed in your mind as you turned to leave, your steps heavy with the weight of the lingering emotions. The journey you thought had ended was far from over, and the future remained uncertain—filled with the possibility of a return, a chance to confront the feelings that had been left in limbo.
___________ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆“Feeling better?”⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
I forced myself to write this but hope you guys like it. Happy birthday Jaemin
The autumn sun cast a soft, golden glow through the window as you nestled into your blanket. The chill in the air mirrored your own discomfort, a cold making you crave warmth and care. Wrapped in the comfort of your soft cocoon, you tried to ignore the nagging discomfort and instead focused on the gentle hum of your heater and the soothing promise of rest.
The quiet was soon broken by a familiar sound—the creak of the front door. Jaemin’s voice followed, always gentle and soothing. “I’m home!” he called out, and you could hear the cheer in his tone. Even before you could fully see him, his presence alone seemed to make the room warmer.
Jaemin entered with a loving smile, carrying a tray that radiated comfort. Your heart melted at the sight of him. He placed the tray beside you, and you could already smell the soothing aroma of herbal tea and homemade chicken soup. His eyes, always full of care, sparkled with concern as he settled beside you.
“I thought you might need some of this,” he said softly, handing you the tea first. You took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through you like a gentle hug. Then, he placed the bowl of soup within easy reach, his fingers brushing against yours just a moment longer than necessary, igniting butterflies in your stomach.
Jaemin’s tenderness was unwavering. He noticed your tired sigh and, without a word, lay down beside you, offering himself as a pillow. His body was warm and reassuring, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against your back. He positioned himself so that you could lean against him comfortably, and the simple act of his presence made you feel safe and cherished.
“Rest now,” he whispered, his voice a calming balm. You could feel his steady breath against the back of your neck, wrapping you in tranquility. As you sipped your tea and ate the soup, Jaemin gently stroked your hair, his touch tender and caring. The rhythmic motion was a perfect antidote to your anxiety and discomfort.
Time seemed to slow down as the afternoon wore on. Jaemin was attentive to your every need, anticipating them with an instinctive grace. When he noticed you shifting uncomfortably, he began to give you a massage. His hands moved expertly over your shoulders, easing the tension that had settled there. Each touch was filled with love, making you feel cherished and adored.
“Feeling better?” he asked quietly, his voice a soothing murmur.
“Much,” you replied, leaning into his touch. “Thank you.”
As the sun began to set, casting a warm amber light across the room, Jaemin announced that he was preparing a bath for you. He helped you to the bathroom, where the scent of lavender and chamomile filled the air. Soft candlelight flickered around the room, creating an atmosphere of peace and relaxation.
He had already filled the tub with warm water and added aromatic bath salts that smelled heavenly. Jaemin stayed by your side, gently guiding you into the bath and ensuring everything was just right. His careful attention to detail was a testament to how much he cared for you.
“Just relax and take your time,” he said, his hand brushing softly against your cheek before he stepped out to give you privacy. The bath was exactly what you needed—a perfect blend of warmth and tranquility. The stress of the day seemed to dissolve with every moment you spent in the water.
When you finally emerged, feeling renewed and refreshed, Jaemin was waiting with a warm towel and a soft robe. He helped you dry off, his hands gentle and his touch tender. As you settled back onto the couch, now wrapped in warmth, Jaemin returned with a surprise—a bowl of your favorite dessert.
“I thought you might enjoy this,” he said, handing you the dessert with a playful smile that made your heart flutter. The sweetness of the treat was the perfect end to a day filled with care and love.
As the evening deepened, you both snuggled up in bed, the room filled with the soft purring of your kitties. Jaemin wrapped his arms around you, his warmth enveloping you completely, like an embrace from your favorite blanket. The kitties nestled close, adding to the sense of coziness and contentment in this intimate moment.
The day had been simple yet infused with profound love. Jaemin’s attentiveness, his small acts of kindness, and the way he made every moment special had turned an ordinary day into a beautiful memory. As you lay there, surrounded by warmth, love, and the gentle purring of your pets, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace and joy. Jaemin’s embrace was a perfect reminder of how deeply he cared for you, filling your heart with a warmth that seemed to chase away any lingering shadows of doubt or worry. His presence beside you was a constant source of comfort, a grounding force in a world that often felt unpredictable and chaotic.
In the quiet intimacy of the moment, with the only sound being the soft breaths you both took as you drifted towards sleep, you traced invisible patterns on Jaemin's chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath your touch, a soothing rhythm that matched the peace settling over you like a blanket.
As you closed your eyes, surrendering to the embrace of sleep, you knew that no matter what challenges the future may bring, having Jaemin by your side made even the most daunting obstacles seem surmountable. In his arms, surrounded by the love of your furry companions and the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls, you found a sanctuary—a place where worries melted away and only love remained.
XIAOJUN // NCT NATION: TOKYO
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Sunshine and Smiles
Sungho was known among his friends as the ray of sunshine—the one who could brighten even the gloomiest of days with his infectious laughter and warm smile. You found yourself drawn to him not just for his charm, but for the genuine kindness that radiated from him like a beacon.
One lazy afternoon, you found yourselves sitting on the rooftop of an old building, surrounded by pots of blooming flowers and the distant hum of the city below. Sungho was beside you, his laughter mingling with the gentle breeze that tousled your hair.
"I can't believe we haven't done this sooner," Sungho remarked, glancing at you with a playful grin. "Just enjoying the view and each other's company."
You chuckled, feeling a sense of peace settle over you. "It's nice," you agreed, stealing a glance at him. "You have a way of making everything feel lighter, Sungho."
He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's because you bring out the best in me," he replied sincerely, reaching over to brush a stray hair from your face. "Being with you just feels right."
You blushed at his words, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I feel the same way," you admitted softly, meeting his gaze.
As the afternoon turned to evening, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, watching the sun dip below the horizon in a blaze of orange and pink. Sungho's presence was a comforting presence beside you, and you couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly he made you feel at ease.
"Hey," Sungho murmured, breaking the silence. "Can I ask you something?"
You nodded, curiosity piqued. "Of course."
He hesitated for a moment, his expression earnest. "Do you think... maybe we could do this more often? Just... spend time together like this?"
A smile tugged at your lips as you reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. "I'd like that," you said softly, squeezing his hand gently. "I'd like that a lot."
And as the stars began to twinkle overhead, casting a soft glow over the rooftop garden, you knew that this moment with Sungho was one you would cherish forever—a simple yet beautiful memory of sunshine and smiles, shared between two hearts that had found each other in the most unexpected of places
Sunsets and Sweet Nothings
The sky was painted in hues of pink and orange, the sun slowly dipping below the horizon as Sungchan and you sat side by side on the grassy hill overlooking the town. The evening breeze was gentle, rustling the leaves of the nearby trees and carrying the soft scent of blooming flowers. It was the perfect setting for a quiet moment together.
Sungchan glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "Isn't this beautiful?" he asked, his voice soft and full of awe.
You nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder. "It is. But you know what makes it even more beautiful?"
He turned his head slightly to look at you, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. "What?"
"You," you replied, looking up at him with a grin. "You make everything better, Sungchan."
A blush crept up his cheeks, and he laughed softly. "You're so cheesy," he teased, but his eyes were warm and his smile was genuine.
You laughed too, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I mean it, though. I'm really happy we're here together."
Sungchan reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. "Me too," he said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."
The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other's presence and the beauty of the sunset. It was one of those perfect moments where words weren't necessary – just being together was enough.
As the last rays of the sun disappeared and the sky turned a deep shade of blue, Sungchan leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "Thank you for being here with me," he whispered.
You smiled, your heart swelling with affection. "Always," you replied, resting your head against his shoulder once more.
Under the canopy of twinkling stars, you and Sungchan stayed on that hill, sharing sweet nothings and enjoying the simple, beautiful moment that was just for the two of you.
Sunlit Serenity
Pairing: bf Sunghoon x gf reader (is seen in 3rd person)
genre: fluff
disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes, what happen in the story is not real. This is short and isn't very detailed
Sunghoon and y/n strolled leisurely through the park, the warmth of the sun kissing their skin as they wandered hand in hand. It was a typical Sunday afternoon, filled with the promise of relaxation and connection. Sunghoon had suggested a picnic earlier in the week, a simple idea that y/n eagerly embraced. With a basket filled with their favorite snacks and a soft blanket tucked under Sunghoon's arm, they set off for a day of tranquility.
They meandered through the park until they found the perfect spot beneath a grand oak tree, its sprawling branches offering a canopy of shade. With practiced ease, they spread out their picnic feast, their laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves overhead. y/n couldn't help but chuckle as Sunghoon struggled with a stubborn jar of pickles, his determination only adding to her amusement.
As they lounged on the blanket, nibbling on sandwiches and sharing stories, time seemed to slow down around them. The gentle breeze whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant sound of children playing. Ji-eun laid her head on Sunghoon's lap, closing her eyes as he tenderly brushed her hair away from her face.
The dappling sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a warm, golden glow over the couple as they reveled in each other's presence. They spoke of dreams and aspirations, of fears and uncertainties, finding solace in the shared moments of vulnerability.
Eventually, the shadows began to lengthen, signaling the end of their idyllic afternoon. Reluctantly, they gathered their belongings and made their way back home, the memory of their picnic lingering like a sweet aftertaste.
Back at their apartment, they settled on the couch, the soft glow of the TV illuminating their faces as they scrolled through the endless options of movies. After much deliberation, they settled on a classic romantic comedy, the familiar plot bringing smiles to their faces.
Wrapped in each other's arms, they laughed and cried along with the characters on screen, their hearts intertwining with the story unfolding before them. And as the credits rolled, Ji-eun let out a contented sigh, her eyes heavy with sleep. Sunghoon pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, feeling the weight of the day finally catching up to them.
In the quiet moments that followed, they drifted off into a peaceful nap, the warmth of their love cocooning them in a world of sunlit serenity.
“I’ve always thought you were beautiful,”
pairing: yushi x reader
genre: just fluff
disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes, what happen in the story is not real.
You stand by the window, the evening sun casting a warm glow over the room, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Outside, the city pulses with life, a symphony of honking cars and distant chatter mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. You take a deep breath, letting the familiar sounds wash over you, grounding you in the present moment.
As you gaze out at the bustling streets below, a voice breaks through the ambient noise, soft and melodic. "You look beautiful," he says, his words a gentle caress against the backdrop of urban chaos. You turn to see him standing there, his eyes filled with warmth and adoration. A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you soak in the sincerity of his compliment.
"Thank you," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. His gaze lingers on you, tracing the curve of your cheekbones and the soft slope of your shoulders. There's a tenderness in his eyes that makes your heart flutter, a silent acknowledgment of the connection that binds you together.
The room is filled with a quiet intimacy as you continue to stand there, lost in each other's gaze. Outside, the world rushes by, but in this moment, time seems to stand still. You reach out a hand, fingers brushing against his cheek as you draw him closer.
"I've always thought you were beautiful," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. His words send a shiver down your spine, igniting a spark of desire deep within you. You lean in, closing the distance between you until your lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss.
In that instant, the world falls away, leaving only the two of you suspended in a timeless embrace. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close as if trying to merge your souls together. You melt into his embrace, your worries and fears melting away in the warmth of his love.
Hours pass in the blink of an eye as you lose yourselves in each other's company. You talk and laugh, sharing stories and dreams as the night stretches on. The city outside fades into the background, forgotten in the glow of your connection.
Eventually, exhaustion starts to creep in, weighing heavy on your eyelids. You lean against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest. He presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips soft against your skin.
"Stay with me," he whispers, his voice barely more than a breath. You nod, content to let the night linger a little while longer. You curl up beside him, his arms wrapped protectively around you as you drift off to sleep.
In the quiet of the night, you find solace in his embrace, the echoes of his words lingering in the air like a promise. And as you surrender to the gentle pull of slumber, you know that you are exactly where you're meant to be: wrapped in the arms of the one who loves you most.
Morning Embrace
Pairing: Seunghan x reader
genre: fluff
warning: non
disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes, what happen in the story is not real. This was not my idea proper credit goes to Dolloie❤️
Seunghan had a penchant for back hugs that was both endearing and slightly overwhelming. Living under the same roof with him meant waking up to the warmth of his arms wrapped around you more often than not.
Imagine opening your eyes in the morning to find Seunghan's arms and legs entangled with yours, holding you close in a comforting embrace. It was the kind of wake-up call that made you feel cherished and loved right from the start of the day.
However, if you happened to wake up before him and tried to slip out of bed, you had to be prepared. The moment he realized you weren't beside him, he would hunt you down for the tightest back hug you could ever imagine. It was like something straight out of a K-drama – you'd be going about your morning routine, maybe cooking breakfast or preparing a cup of coffee, when suddenly, Seunghan would appear behind you, wrapping his arms around you and placing soft kisses all over your neck, cheeks, forehead, and even the back of your hands.
"I was expecting you to be by my side when I woke up," he'd say with a hint of whininess in his voice.
As much as you loved his affection and the warmth of his embrace, sometimes you had to put your foot down. "Seunghan, you have to let go," you'd insist, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.
He'd pout for a moment, looking like a lost puppy, but eventually, he'd release you, knowing that no breakfast would be prepared if he didn't. Despite his clinginess in the mornings, you couldn't help but adore Seunghan for his affectionate nature and the way he made every morning feel special with his back hugs.
Texts and Moments
Pairing: Sohee x reader
genre: fluff
warning: non
disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes, what happen in the story is not real. This was not my idea proper credit goes to Dolloie❤️
For Sohee, texting with you wasn't just a habit; it was a daily ritual that he cherished deeply. From the moment he woke up to the moment he closed his eyes at night, you were on his mind.
When you were asleep, Sohee would craft thoughtful paragraphs to send to you, making sure you'd wake up to a heartfelt message. And it wasn't just words; he loved sharing pictures of his day with you. Whether he was eating, practicing, or just relaxing before bed, you'd get a snapshot of his life.
He eagerly awaited your replies, especially when you sent pictures back to him. Seeing your face or getting a glimpse into your day always brought a smile to his face and made his day brighter.
Whenever you had a tough day and told him about it, Sohee's protective instincts kicked in. Without a second thought, he'd show up at your doorstep, ready to comfort you and make things better. Distance was never an issue for him; if he couldn't be there in person, he'd suggest a FaceTime call to bridge the gap.
He loved hearing about your day in detail, even if it meant listening to you until you fell asleep on the call. And when that happened, Sohee would gently end the call, but not before taking screenshots of your pictures and setting them as his new wallpaper, a sweet reminder of the moments you shared.
To Sohee, every text, every call, and every picture exchanged was a precious connection between the two of you, strengthening the bond he felt with you each day.
The Master Planner
Pairing: Anton x reader
genre: fluff
warning: non
disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes, what happen in the story is not real. This was not my idea proper credit goes to Dolloie❤️
Anton was infamous among his friends for his obsession with planning. Seriously, this guy had everything mapped out to the last detail. You could rest assured that your life would never collide with your schedule because Anton had it all under control.
Imagine something you'd never think could happen – like, say, planning your marriage. Yup, Anton had a whole notebook dedicated to it. From the theme of the wedding to the destination of your honeymoon, he had it all figured out. Some might call him delusional, but to him, it was just a manifestation of his deep love for you.
Even though there was still a long way to go, Anton had already planned out the summer for both of you. Your favorite snacks? Check. Your favorite places to go? Check. Your favorite activities? Check. You name it, he had it covered.
All he asked for in return was plenty of kisses and cuddles – a small price to pay for the peace of mind that came with having Anton as your partner in crime.
Tangled Hearts
Pairing: Wonbin x reader
genre: fluff
warning: non
disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes, what happen in the story is not real. This was not my idea proper credit goes to Dolloie❤️
Wonbin always found himself captivated when you spoke about your day. The way your face would scrunch up in concentration or light up with excitement was something he found irresistibly cute. But what really got him every time was when a stray piece of hair would fall into your face.
With a gentle smile that could only be described as schoolboyish and lovestruck, Wonbin would reach over to tuck that piece of hair behind your ear. In those moments, it felt as if he was falling in love with you all over again, like he was living in a romantic movie scene that he never thought he'd get to experience in real life.
Time seemed to slow down for Wonbin whenever he had the chance to do your hair. Whether it was helping you tie it up into a ponytail or braiding it intricately, he cherished every moment. Washing, drying, brushing – he enjoyed every step of the process, especially when you had a hectic week and barely had time to take care of your hair.
Wonbin smiled softly as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his eyes meeting yours with affection. "There you go, all neat and tidy," he said with a warm tone.
You chuckled, feeling the gentle touch of his fingers against your skin. "Thanks, Wonbin. You always know how to make me feel better," you replied, appreciating his thoughtfulness.
He grinned, his cheeks tinting slightly. "Anything for you. I love taking care of you, especially when it comes to your hair."
Your heart warmed at his words, knowing that his actions spoke volumes about his love for you. "I love it when you do my hair too. It's like our little moment together," you said, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Wonbin's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "Exactly, our little moment," he echoed, feeling grateful for every chance he got to pamper you.
Lipstick Marks 💋
Pairing: Sungchan x reader
genre: fluff
warning: Sungchan is very a bit obsessed with reader's lips
disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes, what happen in the story is not real. Tis was not my idea proper credit goes to Dolloie❤️
Sungchan was known among his friends for his unusual obsession with lips, particularly yours. It wasn't just a passing fancy; it was a full-blown fixation that had everyone shaking their heads in equal parts disbelief and amusement.
You couldn't have a conversation without Sungchan finding a reason to sneak in a kiss. Whether you were chatting with his friends or engrossed in your favorite book, he'd find a way to steal a smooch, much to the amusement of his companions. They teased him relentlessly, calling him clingy, but Sungchan didn't care. He just loved you too much, and your lips seemed to hold a special magnetism for him.
And it wasn't just any kiss; Sungchan craved the feeling of your lipstick against his lips. He'd proudly sport your lipstick marks, wearing them like badges of honor. His friends would chuckle at the sight, but Sungchan would just grin, feeling content knowing that a piece of you was with him wherever he went.
Despite his constant affection, Sungchan couldn't shake the feeling of longing whenever he was away from you. Virtual kisses became a daily ritual, a way to bridge the physical distance between you. And if there was ever a moment where he couldn't steal a kiss in person, Sungchan had a whole arsenal of kissing memes at his disposal, each one a playful reminder of his love for you.
For Sungchan, kissing you wasn't just a habit; it was a necessity, an essential part of his daily routine. And as long as he had your lips to kiss, he knew that everything would be alright in the end.
Always Prepared
Pairing: Eunseok x reader
genre: fluff
warning: non
disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes, what happen in the story is not real. This was not my idea proper credit goes to Dolloie❤️
Eunseok was the epitome of preparedness, especially when it came to you. It seemed like he had an uncanny ability to anticipate your every need and had a solution ready before you even realized you needed it.
If your hair tie went missing, there was no need to panic – Eunseok had one snugly wrapped around his wrist, always at the ready for when you needed it. And if your lips felt dry, he was quick to offer up chapstick, lip balm, or any other lip treatment he had stashed away in his pockets.
Keys mysteriously disappeared? Not a problem. Eunseok had a spare set tucked safely in his bag, just in case. It was like he was your personal superhero, swooping in to save the day whenever you found yourself in a sticky situation.
Feeling dizzy out of nowhere? Eunseok was already there, with a bottle of water and medicine in hand to help ease your discomfort. It was as if he had a sixth sense for your well-being, always one step ahead of the game.
Of course, his friends couldn't help but tease him about his habit of carrying your essentials everywhere. They would raise eyebrows at the sight of a hair tie on his wrist or question why he always seemed to have a bag full of your belongings.
But Eunseok didn't let their teasing bother him. For him, it was a small price to pay for knowing that he could take care of you whenever you needed him. After all, what mattered most was making sure you were happy and comfortable, even if it meant enduring a little ribbing from his friends.
Reminders of You
Pairing: Shotaro x reader
genre: fluff
warning: non
disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes, what happen in the story is not real. This was not my idea proper credit goes to Dolloie❤️
Shotaro had a unique way of expressing his feelings for you – through the things he bought. Everywhere he went, he seemed to find something that reminded him of you, and he couldn't resist buying it. Whether it was a cute trinket or an expensive item that stretched his budget, if it reminded him of you, he had to have it.
One day, while you were fast asleep, your phone buzzed with a new message from him.
Taroro <3: "Look what I got :D This kinda reminds me of you!!"
Attached was a photo of a beautiful necklace with a charm that resembled a key, just like the one he had. You couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness, even in the middle of the night.
His obsession didn't stop there. Whenever he visited his hometown on vacation, he would go on shopping sprees, coming back with a bunch of plushies, keychains, and stickers that looked exactly like you. His room was starting to look like a shrine dedicated to you, with plushies scattered everywhere and keychains hanging from his bedpost.
He would proudly display a keychain that looked like him on his bag, hoping you'd do the same with the one he bought for you.
"Hey, I got this keychain for you," he said, handing you a small wrapped package. "You can hang it on your bag or wherever you want. Just please, show it off," he added with a shy smile.
You unwrapped the package to find a keychain that indeed looked just like him, complete with his signature smile. You couldn't help but feel touched by his gesture.
He loved it when you showed off the things he bought for you. Every time someone complimented the keychain or asked about the plushies, he would giggle uncontrollably.
"Did someone say they liked the keychain? Oh, that's from me!" he'd say, his eyes sparkling with joy.
Shotaro's little shopping sprees weren't just about buying things; they were his way of keeping you close, even when you were apart. And while some might find his actions a bit over the top, to you, they were just another reminder of how much he cared about you.