I Just Wanted To Let You Know That Youre One Of My Favourite Writers And I Really Enjoy Your Works Sm!!

i just wanted to let you know that you’re one of my favourite writers and i really enjoy your works sm!! mwah 💋💋

omg THANK U SM ???☹️☹️🫶 i was fr having such a bad morning and you actually made my whole day I LOVE U MWAH <33 💋💋💋

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗋𝖺𝖾𝗅， 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝖾．𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗓𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌．

𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 ／ 𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 ♡

𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗒 = 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗀𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 （ 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ）🍉.

𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬

𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿 － 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖺

𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖽

𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗌

𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗌𝗋*𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾

𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗒 ＠𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗄

im screaming what the flip ?? from the bottom of my heart im genuinely so so thankful <3 thank u to all my moots who keep me motivated and make this app such a fun place and somewhere i can go to escape my troubles irl and to everyone who has supported me in any way possible. 500 people follow me… what…..

tagging some moots who genuinely put a smile on my face every single interaction and motivate me to be a better writer !! — @nshmuras @suneng @mioons @pnghoon @pshcomforts (sorry for any unwanted tags ! if ur not on here it’s probably bc im shy..😓)

𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝑆𝑈𝑃𝐸𝑅 𝑆𝐻𝑌 !

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 𝑛ishimura riki x 𝑓! reader. 𝒢enre fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which you write a confession to riki ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1287 ⸝⸝ not edited, kissing ⸝⸝ ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

for @bywons’s on our love event ! ‹𝟹

THE SOFT HUM OF CHATTER AND THE GENTLE RUSTLING OF PAPERS FILLED THE CLASSROOM AS YOU SETTLED INTO YOUR SEAT, trying your best to look occupied.

you had spent almost two years harboring a secret crush on nishimura riki.

he was the effortlessly cool, funny and incredibly kind boy who always seemed to catch your eye.

he was everything you admired; confident, talented, and strikingly handsome.

the only problem was that you had never spoken to him in those two years other than probably eight words? — more under cut !

your friends often teased you about your obvious infatuation.

every time riki walked by or glanced in your direction, your heart would race, and your cheeks would flush a deep shade of red.

you couldn't help but steal glances at him, and more often than not, you found him looking back at you, a curious expression on his face.

today was no different. as you sat pretending to read, you felt his eyes on you.

you looked up, meeting his gaze for a brief moment before quickly looking away, your face burning. he caught you again!

this was becoming a pattern, and you could tell he was starting to find it amusing. his soft chuckle and the way his eyes crinkled at the corners made your heart skip a beat.

riki had noticed you a while ago. at first, he found it odd that you were always looking at him, but as time went on, he started to find it endearing.

there was something about your shy demeanor and the way you blushed whenever he caught you staring that he found incredibly cute and endearing.

it didn't take long for him to develop a crush on you, but every time he tried to approach you, you would get so flustered that you'd hiccup and then run away like a damsel in distress.

it was after one of these encounters, where you had practically sprinted out of the classroom after riki had simply said "hi," that he began to doubt himself.

maybe you didn't like him at all. maybe you were just being polite, and he had misinterpreted your shyness for something more.

the thought made his heart ache, and he started avoiding you, thinking it would be best to spare both of you the awkwardness.

days turned into weeks, and you noticed riki's absence quite quickly. he no longer looked your way, no longer smiled at you from across the room.

the realization that he lost interest in you because of your shy demeanour and the fact that you can’t speak a few words to him hurt more than you cared to admit.

your friends noticed your growing sadness and decided to take matters into their own hands.

"y/n, you need to do something,"

your best friend, eunchae, said one afternoon as you all sat in the cafeteria.

"you can't just let this go on forever. you like him, and he clearly liked you too before you kept running away."

"but what if he doesn't like me anymore?" you asked, your voice small.

"he does," eunchae insisted.

"trust me. you just need to show him how you feel. write him a letter or something. leave it on his desk."

you bit your lip, considering her suggestion. the thought of writing down your feelings and leaving it for riki to find made your heart pound with a mix of fear and excitement.

after much encouragement from your friends, you finally agreed.

that night, you sat at your desk, the blank page in front of you feeling like the most intimidating thing in the world.

after several false starts and a lot of crumpled paper, you finally managed to write a letter that you felt conveyed your feelings without being too over the top.

dear riki,

i don't know if you've noticed, but i've liked you for a long time. almost two years now. i know i get super shy and always run away whenever you try to talk to me, but it's just because i get so nervous around you. you're amazing, and i didn't want to make a fool of myself.

i'm sorry if i made you think i don't like you. i really do, i just didn't know how to show it.

i really hope you feel the same,

with love, y/n.

the next day, with trembling hands, you slipped the letter onto riki's desk before class started and quickly took your seat, your heart racing.

throughout the day, you couldn't concentrate, your mind occupied with thoughts of how riki would react.

would he laugh? would he be angry? would he ignore you completely?

when the final bell rang, you gathered your things and left the classroom, your steps slow and hesitant.

you were almost at the school gate when you heard someone calling your name.

turning around, you saw riki jogging towards you, holding the letter in his hand.

"y/n, wait!" he called out, his expression serious yet hopeful.

you froze, your heart in your throat as he reached you.

"r-riki, i..."

"come with me," he interrupted, gently taking your hand and leading you back into the school.

you followed him, your mind racing with endless possibilities.

he led you up to the rooftop, a place you often went to when you needed to think.

it was quiet and peaceful, with a beautiful view of the city.

once you were there, riki turned to face you, still holding your hand. "i read your letter," he said softly.

you swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze out of the cheesy words you had written.

"i'm sorry if it was weird. i just... i didn't know how else to tell you."

riki let out a small laugh, shaking his head.

"it's not weird, y/n. it's actually really sweet. and it made me realize something."

you finally looked up at him, confusion and hope pooling in your eyes.

"what do you mean?"

riki took a deep breath, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand shyly.

"i like you too, y/n. i have for a while now. i thought you didn't like me because you always ran away, but now i understand why."

your eyes widened in surprise.

"you... you do?"

riki nodded, his expression sincere.

"yeah, i do. and i'm really glad you wrote me that letter. it gave me the courage to tell you how i feel."

tears of relief and happiness welled up in your eyes.

"i was so scared you'd hate me."

"how could i hate you?" riki said softly, stepping closer.

"you're amazing, y/n. and i'm really happy we can finally be honest with each other."

before you could respond, riki leaned in and kissed you, his lips soft and gentle against yours.

the kiss was sweet and warm, filled with all the emotions you had both kept bottled up for so long.

when he finally pulled away, you were both smiling, the weight of your unspoken feelings lifted of your shoulders.

riki took your hand again, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"so, what do you say we start over? hi, i'm riki."

you laughed, your heart soaring in love.

"hi, i'm y/n. nice to meet you."

he grinned, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

"nice to meet you too. now, let's get out of here. we've got a lot of catching up to do!"

with your hand in his, you left the rooftop, your heart lighter than it had been in years.

it had taken almost two years of shy glances and unspoken feelings, but you had finally found the courage to open up to riki.

as you walked out of the school together, you knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

© won4kiss 2024

taglist open ‹𝟹 @mioons @nshmuras @suneng @pnghoon @shawnyle @laylasbunbunny @privareum @briefsaladfun @greentulip

omg THE WAY I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE THIS GOT 600 LIKES??? TYSM 🫶🫶

𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝐼N 𝑀Y 𝐷𝑅𝐸AM𝑆

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 popular jock! park sunghoon x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre. angst &fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which sunghoon has a crush on you ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1292 ‎⸝⸝ not edited, pet names cursing kissing skin ship . ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

PLEASE LIKE & REBLOG ! 𓂃

YOU WERE SAT AT YOUR USUAL SPOT IN THE LIBRARY, SURROUNDED BY TEXTBOOKS AND NOTES, COMPLETELY ENGROSSED IN YOUR STUDIES.

the world of high school drama and popularity contests seemed miles away out of focus at this very moment.

you were content in your own world, focusing on your academics and aiming for a bright future.

that all changed one fateful night when your friends managed to drag you to one of your university’s famous basketball games.

the gymnasium was packed with students, all dressed in your schools representative colours, their cheers echoing off the walls as the school's star player, park sunghoon, dominated the court.

he was the epitome of popularity; tall, athletic, undeniably hot and effortlessly charming. — more under cut !

while your friends screamed and cheered for sunghoon, you remained unimpressed.

you weren’t very fond of the athletes attending your university, yes you know how attractive they are, and how they dominate the other universities, but what makes you despise them is how they get to use their athletics as an excuse to not perform well in their academics.

you, on the other hand have dedicated all your free time just to see that “a+” on your paper while they get their future handed to them for free.

instead, you observed the game with a detached interest, not caring much about the excitement that gripped the crowd.

when sunghoon once again scored another point, the gym erupted in an applause and cheers of victory, but you simply rolled your eyes.

sunghoon, in the middle of his victory celebration, scanned the crowd and that’s when his gaze landed on you.

his eyes widened slightly when he saw you roll your eyes at the cheers.

intrigued by your indifference, he winked at you, expecting a typical blush or a giggle.

instead, to his surprise you met his gaze and rolled your eyes once again, turning away.

sunghoon was beyond shocked and, for the first time, genuinely intrigued.

after the game had finally ended, as you gathered your things to leave, sunghoon approached you.

"hey, can i get your number? you're really cute,"

he questioned with a confident smile as you held back a scoff.

you looked at him, unimpressed as you sighed.

“do you even know my name, park sunghoon?” you meekly continued as he awkwardly rubbed the nape of his neck.

“no, but i’d love to learn it..?”

"yeah- no, thanks," you replied curtly, brushing past him.

unfortunately, to your dismay, this definitely wasn’t the last of park sunghoon disrupting your everyday daily life.

this became a routine over the next few months. sunghoon would find you between classes, breaks or in the library, attempting to charm you over and over again with his smooth talk and winning grin.

each and every single time, you rejected him without hesitation, not taking his advances seriously.

despite his persistence, you remained firm, convinced he was just another shallow jock who loved the chase more than the actual person.

one evening, as you were walking back to your campus dorms after a late study session, stressed out of your mind, sunghoon caught up with you.

"hey, my princess, wait up!" he called, jogging to your side.

"what is it this time, sunghoon?" you asked, exasperated and completely burnt out.

"i really like you. i want to take you out," he said, his voice sincere and soft, but you were not having it.

the thought of him chasing after you for the thrill had angered you even more, he thought uttering a few kind words to you would really make you believe he wasn’t the same as all the other campus playboys!

you scoffed. "real funny, sunghoon. you say that, but i don't believe you. you're just a stupid jock who likes the thrill of the chase."

sunghoon's expression hardened, and for the first time in these past few months, you saw genuine hurt in his eyes.

"you think i'm just a stupid jock?" he repeated, his voice trembling with frustration.

"i have feelings too, you know? i genuinely like you. i like the way you always focus so intensely when you study, the way your eyebrows furrow everytime i confess to you, the way you roll your eyes at me, and even how you always reject me.”

“i know i’m not perfect, but i really like you, y/n.”

“maybe in my dreams, you'll like me back one day too." he muttered.

with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there in shock.

his words echoed in your mind, and for the first time, you felt a pang of guilt.

the next few days were unsettling for you.

after months of having sunghoon follow you as if he were lost puppy, he completely disappeared from your daily routine.

sunghoon was nowhere to be seen, you searched for him as you passed the gymnasium, and even went out of your way and took longer routes just to pass his class, and you couldn't help but feel a strange ache in your chest.

the school felt different without his constant presence and playful attempts to win your hearts affection.

sucking up your pride, you approached his jock friends, concern evident in your voice.

"where's sunghoon? is he okay?"

they exchanged glances before one of them, jake sim replied,

"he's been feeling 'sick' lately."

the way he said it, mixed with the look he gave you, told you it was more than just a physical illness.

worried even more out of your mind, you decided to skip your classes and head to his dorm.

you hesitantly knocked on the door, asking yourself if you were really doing this.

it took a moment before sunghoon opened it. he looked like a mess—dark eye bags, a scratched up face, and disheveled hair.

without a word, you stepped forward and hugged him tightly, tears streaming down your face at the sight of him.

"i'm so sorry, sunghoon. i didn't realize how much i hurt you. i just... i didn't think you were serious. but it felt so weird without you these past few days. i've gotten used to you being around, and i missed you."

“i thought my life would go back to normal without you, but you became apart of my normal..i need you, hoon.”

sunghoon's arms slowly wrapped around you, getting over the initial shock and he smiled softly, grinning down at you.

"i missed you too," he whispered as he pulled back slightly to look at you.

"so, does this mean you'll take me seriously now?"

you nodded, tears still in your eyes.

"yes. i promise!"

you two continued staring into the gaze of each others eyes, sunghoon sighed caressing your cheek.

“can i kiss you? i mean- sorry that was weird, you could say no-“

“just kiss me, dumbass.”

and with that, he leaned in and kissed you softly, a gentle, soft and reassuring kiss that made your heart pound in your chest.

when you pulled back, you asked,

"have you been locked away because of me?"

he chuckled, shaking his head.

"i just had a week off and decided to give you space so i stayed up late gaming. my friends tricked you, they sent me a message after you asked about me."

you looked at him with disbelief before you both laughed, the tension finally easing away.

sunghoon held you close, his smile shining brighter than ever, leaving you in awe.

"i'm glad you came to find me."

he whispered, completely love struck.

"i'm glad too," you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder.

it was a sweet, unexpected ending to what had started as an unlikely relationship, and as you stood there wrapped in his arms, you knew you were ready to let down your walls and let park sunghoon devour you whole.

© won4kiss 2024

taglist open ‹𝟹 @sjyunnsworld @luvlyhee @shawnyle @suneng @pnghoon @laylasbunbunny @privareum

guys i made this after finishing youth of may im not ok…😕

𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝑅𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇 𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐿𝐸𝐹𝑇 𝑀𝐸

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 𝓅ark 𝓈unghoon x 𝑓! reader. 𝒢enre pure angst. 𝓢ynopsis. in which you’re stuck in time grieving your lover ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 742 ⸝⸝ not proof read major character death car accident mentioned ⸝⸝ ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

PLEASE LIKE & REBLOG ! 𓂃

YOU REMEMBER THE DAY YOU MARRIED SUNGHOON AS IF IT WERE YESTERDAY.

the details remain vivid, etched in the fabric of your memory like an old, worn photograph.

the way the sun peeked its way in through the stained glass windows of the small chapel, casting rainbow hues across the guests.

his smile, brighter than any light, his eyes holding a promise of forever.

forever.

how naive you were to believe in such a concept, to think that love could somehow outlast the ways of life.

you stand in your shared bedroom, now eerily quiet, the echoes of his laughter still lingering in the corners. — more under cut !

the room is untouched, preserved in time, much like your heart.

you haven’t moved anything since that day. his clothes still hang in the closet, his scent faint but undeniably there, clinging to the fabric.

it was supposed to be a day filled with joy, but it ended in the cruelest twist of fate.

you were on your way to the reception when the accident happened. a drunk driver, they said.

it’s funny really, how one moment could change the forever that was in store for you.

his life was stolen from you in an instant, leaving you shattered and broken, right where you stood.

you’ve replayed the moment in your mind countless times, the sound of screeching tires, the sudden, sickening crunch of metal against metal.

the world turned to chaos around the two of you, but all you could focus on was sunghoon, his hand slipping from yours, the light in his eyes fading.

the hospital room was cold, sterile. you held his hand, refusing to let go even as the machines around you beeped in a heart-wrenching symphony.

he tried to speak, his voice barely a whisper, but you shushed him, tears streaming down your face.

he didn’t need to say anything. you knew. you always knew.

“i love you,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

“i love you so much,” he managed to whisper with a gut-wrenching smile, his grip on your hand weakening. and then, he was gone.

the days and weeks that followed blurred into a haze of sorrow and pain.

people came and went, offering condolences, their words hollow and meaningless to you.

every single one of their words felt like salt to an open wound.

you were stuck in that moment, frozen and unable to move forward.

you stopped going outside, stopped answering calls. the world continued to spin, but you were frozen in place, right where he left you.

you found solace in your memories, an escape from reality, replaying the moments you shared, the love that once felt infinite and indestructible.

your home became a place full of memories, the two of you had expected to make new ones, not to be left with them.

every object was a relic of a life that could have been. his favorite mug sits on the kitchen counter, a half-read book on the nightstand, his jacket draped over the chair.

you can’t bring yourself to touch them, to disturb the delicate balance of the past and present.

nights are the hardest. the bed feels cold and empty without him.

you curl up on his side, clutching his pillow, seeking comfort in the lingering scent of him.

you talk to him, as if he’s still there, telling him about your day, about how much you miss him.

sometimes, you swear you can hear his voice, a soft whisper in the dark, reassuring you that he’s still with you, somehow.

you visit his grave everyday, bringing fresh flowers and sitting beside him, talking about everything and nothing, basking in the silence.

the world moves on around you, but you remain anchored in that place, in that moment.

one day, as you sit by his grave, a light breeze rustles the leaves, carrying with it a sense of calm.

you close your eyes, letting the wind wrap around you like a comforting embrace.

“i’m right here, hoon.” you whisper, tears streaming down your face.

“right where you left me.”

and for a moment, just a moment, you feel him beside you, his presence as real as the ground beneath you.

it’s enough to keep you going, to remind you that love, in its truest form, never really leaves.

you’ll be okay, you tell yourself, because even though he’s gone, a part of him will always be with you, right where you left him.

© won4kiss 2024

taglist open ‹𝟹 @mioons @nshmuras @suneng @pnghoon @shawnyle @laylasbunbunny @privareum @briefsaladfun @greentulip