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Sunshineee looking hot as ever
8/8
It's hard, right? I know. It's okay to cry. It's not a bad thing.
- For You
Btw do y'all remember this iconic seunglix moment 🥺🥺🥺
"You are the one who decides the end"
잘 하고 있어 (Grow up) (technically it's "Doing well" but the official english title is grow up shshhs)
MY BBOKARI KEYCHAIN CAME IN TODAY 💛🐥💛
Now all that’s left to wait on is my Bbokari plushie that’s going to be here soon 🥺
Someone saw my Bbokkari and thought it was Chica😭
accidentally posted on my reblogging blob instead of main so here we are
does anybody know which performance or event this is from?
I've been looking forever and I just can't find it😭
WAHHHHHHHHHHH HE LOOKS SO BEUTIFUL OMLLL !! THIS WAS SO CUTEEE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
🐣☀️
ㅤstray kids skz code poster icons.
ㅤstray kids skz code behind icons.
𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔹𝕓𝕠𝕜𝔸𝕣𝕚
Knock on your door
(bsn ending #7)
felix x reader! Lee yongbok x reader! word count: 1.6k
bsn alternative ending wherein; felix was the light in your dark days.
an: im sorry i cant respond to any messages yet huhuhu \. and yes i changed the title for felix . please love this also
part 1 and part 2 first
According to science, everyone needs the sun.
And you understand why.
The Earth needs the sun…
The plants need the sun. You need the sun.
But what happens when you’re trapped in your darkest days? How can you find the sun when everything around you is drenched in shadows?
Not everyone knows this, but you’ve been quietly suffering from depression. It’s a constant, heavy weight you carry, and anxiety is its relentless companion. And to be honest, you aren’t okay. You’ve managed to keep going, somehow, some way. But then, you met your friends, and they brought a spark of light into your life. They became your lifeline, your reason to keep moving forward.
Yet, even with their support, there are times when the words get stuck in your throat, when you can’t bring yourself to talk about the storm raging inside you. Yes, they would understand, without a doubt. But there’s a part of you that insists you should keep it to yourself, that you should solve these problems on your own.
But Felix… Felix saw through the cracks in your armor. As your friend who lives just three floors above you, Felix has always been more attuned to your unspoken struggles than anyone else. He’s the one who noticed when your smiles didn’t quite reach your eyes, when your laughter felt just a little too hollow. He’s the one who could sense something was wrong, even when you tried your best to hide it.
One night, when the weight of it all became too much, Felix knocked on your door, holding his familiar yellow chicken stuffed toy—a silly, comforting thing that always managed to make you smile, even on the hardest days. It took you minutes to gather the strength to move, to drag yourself toward the door. But in the end, you didn’t open it. The effort was too much, the darkness too overwhelming.
When you didn’t answer, Felix’s heart sank with worry. He tried the handle and found it unlocked. Anxiety coursed through him as he pushed the door open. Without hesitation, he rushed inside. And then he saw you—crumpled on the floor, your body trembling with silent sobs, your face buried in your hands as tears poured down. Seeing you like that broke something inside him.
Without a word, he dropped to his knees beside you and pulled you into his arms, holding you tight against his chest, as if he could shield you from the pain that threatened to consume you. He didn’t ask what had happened, didn’t press you for answers. He just held you, his warmth seeping into your cold, aching bones. His steady heartbeat beneath your ear was a lifeline, a reminder that you weren’t alone. He stayed with you the whole night, cradling you in his arms, his presence a barrier against the darkness that sought to engulf you.
Indeed… science is correct. We all need sunshine in our lives.
And in the midst of your darkest days, you found it in Felix.
At first, he had an excuse—a noisy neighbor who supposedly kept him up all night, a reason for his sleepless nights. But that wasn’t the whole truth. Felix did talk to the neighbor, but that wasn’t why he started staying over.
The real reason was you. He couldn’t bear the thought of you being alone in the dark. Whenever he felt something was off, whenever he sensed that your silence hid more than you let on, he’d grab his stuffed toy and head straight to your door.
The yellow chicken became more than just a toy; it was a symbol of his silent promise to always be there for you, to be the light in your darkness. And whenever the nightmares came, when the shadows threatened to pull you under, he would place the toy next to you, hoping it would bring you a small measure of comfort, hoping it would remind you that you weren’t alone.
Felix had been thinking about something important for a while. One day, he brought it up to Han in the library.
“I’ve been considering something,” Felix said, his voice a mix of uncertainty and determination.
Han looked up from his book, curious. “What’s on your mind?”
Felix took a deep breath. “I think it might be better if she had someone close by. Someone who can be there for her.”
Felix was genuinely worried about you. He believed it would be better for you to have someone close by who could support you, especially during those tough times. But Han, who knew Felix had feelings for you and also had his own affection for you, wasn’t sure if it was a good idea. Han didn't know the full extent of what you were going through, as Felix had promised to keep that private.
Han was skeptical, partly because of the complicated emotions involved. He wondered if it was just Felix’s way of trying to be close to you or if it was about something more practical. A man and a woman living together could easily be misinterpreted, and Han felt uncomfortable with the situation, even though Felix's intentions were purely protective.
Felix understood Han's concerns but felt conflicted. He wanted to be there for you, to offer the support you needed, but he didn’t know how to navigate these delicate feelings or how to convince Han of his good intentions.
So, Felix continued to do what he knew best: checking in on you whenever he felt you might need someone..
and that was to knock on your door, with his yellow chicken stuff toy.
and whenever he knocks, he just wish he would never see you again in that state again.
Why would Felix go to such lengths for you, especially when you were just a friend?
You thought of yourself as just a friend to him, but Felix felt something different from the very first moment he saw you.
The way you greeted him the first time with a simple "hello" struck a chord deep within him. It was as if, from that very instant, he realized that you were more than just a friend to him.
Felix's feelings for you grew beyond friendship, and he found himself wanting to protect you, to be there for you in ways that went beyond mere companionship. He felt a strong urge to support you, to be the person who could make a difference in your life, especially during your toughest moments. His desire to be close to you and offer his support came from a place of deep care and affection.
after that night in the party..
did you know what Felix do?
he knocks.. on your door.
His heart was heavy with worry and guilt. He felt sorry and couldn’t shake the feeling that he was responsible for what was happening.
He knocked urgently, his mind racing with fear about what might be happening on the other side. When no response came, his anxiety grew. He felt a desperate urge to break through the door if it meant reaching you faster. His voice cracked with desperation as he shouted, "Open it!" He hoped his plea wouldn’t disturb the neighbors, but his concern left him with no other choice.
When the door finally swung open, Felix’s eyes met yours. Without a moment’s hesitation, he pulled you into a tight, protective hug. His embrace was firm, but gentle, trying to convey all his worry and care in that single, comforting gesture.
Felix’s face was etched with deep concern as he held you close. His worry was palpable, his fear evident in every fiber of his being. He had been so frightened about what he might find and was deeply relieved to be by your side, ready to support you however he could.
"Felix…" you murmured, your voice trembling. He pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, his hands resting gently on your shoulders. His gaze was filled with a deep, genuine worry.
"What is it?" he asked softly, his eyes searching yours for answers.
"I'm doomed," you said, your voice rough from crying. The tears had stopped, but the pain was still evident in your expression.
"Why?" Felix asked, his voice steady but filled with concern.
You hesitated, unsure of how to explain what you were feeling. The turmoil inside you was hard to put into words.
"I…" you started, struggling to find the right words. The weight of your emotions made it difficult to speak.
"I love you." Your eyes locked onto his, hoping he would understand.
Felix froze for a moment, his mind trying to process what you had just said. He stared at you, his expression a mix of shock and tenderness. The silence stretched between you, and it made you feel anxious and exposed.
"I…" you began again, but before you could continue, Felix made a decision. He gently pulled you towards him and kissed you.
The kiss was tender and full of emotion. It was a kiss that spoke of comfort and healing. Felix’s lips on yours were soft, and the warmth of the kiss seemed to wash over you, easing some of the fear and anxiety that had been building up inside you.
In that moment, you felt a profound sense of peace. Felix, who had been your anchor during the hardest times, was now offering you solace through this kiss. It was as if the kiss was telling you that you didn’t have to be afraid anymore, that everything would be okay.
As you pulled away, you realized that with Felix by your side, the fears and worries seemed a little less daunting. He was your light in the darkness, your comfort in the storm. With him, you felt that you could face anything.
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an: this was kinda short but i hope you felt what im trying to show. i love precious yongbok it hurts.
Street Angel
Warnings: none! For all genders!
Summary: Your having a hard day and meet a beautiful guy with the voice of a bass. How will it end?
Walking to the public bus stop, your shoulders hunched as you shiver slightly. You were still damp from the water that spilt on you earlier, making you cooler than you cared for.
It was a particularly warm day, for which you were grateful. You weren't grateful however, for your pain in the ass boss for deducting something that wasn't your fault, from your paycheck.
You reached the bench, about to sit on the edge away from the other person waiting. But then you felt something around you shift. This guy, sat perched playing on his phone, literally radiated energy. Good energy.
You couldn't help but smile slightly. You sighed as you sat down, relieved to be off your feet for a while.
You sat quietly, not moving. You were tense around the shoulders, and you could tell it showed.
"Rough day?" You heard a deep voice ask softly, making you turn to the boy. Was it his voice? No way...
"Pardon?"
He smiled gently, placing his phone in his pocket.
"I said, rough day?" He repeats, giving you his full attention.
You scoffed, nodding at him. "So rough...you have no idea," you breathed out a mocking laugh.
He knew it wasn't pointed at him. He didn't mind, as long as you get rid of the pent up tension.
He thought you were quite beautiful, and the way you expressed your emotions made him intrigued.
"Wanna talk about it?" He asked, raising a brow.
"Ugh...Just one of those days, you know?" You answered, shrugging your shoulders. "Nothing but my dick boss being a dick, and nature throwing things at me. Literally..." You said, pointing to the damp patch on your shirt.
He only nodded, showing he understood without actually saying anything. You felt comfortable around this boy.
His features were otherworldly in your opinion. His beautiful eyes, his heart shaped face, the flecks of freckles your sister called angel kisses...Oh. Thats what he seems like. An angel.
"What's your name, sir?" You asked, suddenly curious.
His eyes widened. He almost seemed shocked.
"Wait...This entire time, you hadn't known who I am?" He asks in a doubting tone, looking at you through a squint.
"Pardon?" This is your second time being surprised by him and his shocking looks, as well as his tone. Were you supposed to know him?
"You really don't know me?"
You felt your face flush, "Oh my god, please don't tell me we've met and I completely forgot. If that's the case, then I am so so so sorry, sir," you mumble, trying to look through your memory for angelic features, only to find none.
"Oh! No no no, not at all. I would remember a pretty girl like you. No. It's just that, I'm kinda sorta famous. Popular, I guess," He explained, suddenly flushing himself.
He wouldn't describe himself as cocky or egotistical, but he would have thought you would at least have seen him somewhere. Anywhere, at least.
You on the other hand, found it odd that your angel called you pretty. In your opinion, you couldn't be compared to his beauty. He literally looks like he's carved from stone.
"You're...famous? Are you an actor? Or a model?" You were certain he was a model. If he wasn't, you needed him to be immediately, suddenly imaging him walking on a runway. In something very revealing.
"Have you ever heard of Stray Kids?" He switched from hugging his knee to crossing it with his other, shifting his body to face you completely.
"Stray Kids? Is that a movie?" You weren't into television much, so who knew what he was talking about.
"No, it's a Korean boy group I'm apart of. I'm a singer," He finishes, proudly smiling at his confession.
Your eyes widened once again, imaging a voice like his singing. You bet it would be brilliant.
"Oh! That's so cool! I'll have to look that up when I get home," You say, blushing as you flashed him a smile.
"What's your name? I'm Felix," He held out his hand for you to shake. You hesitantly took it, grasping lightly.
"Felix? Your name even sounds angelic..." You mutter more to yourself than to him, but he heard it anyway, grinning.
"Name, sweetheart?" He asks again, still patient.
"Y/n,"
"That's beautiful. I've never met anyone named y/n," His brows come together as he thinks about the people he's met. "Yeah, no, I haven't,"
"Glad I'm your first," as soon as you said it, your face flushed quickly, making him laugh loudly. It sounded like music to you.
Before either of you could say anything else, the screeching of the bus tires sounded, making you both turn to look at it.
"Sit next to me?" He asked, holding out his hand. "We could get to know each other more?"
"Are you sure? What about dating rumors and mistress scandals?" You joked, standing beside him.
What you heard next knocked the wind out of you.
"If it's with you, I'll be okay,"
I may have attempted to doodle the skzoos as calico critters 🫣
happy (late) birthday lix! 🫶🫶🫶
thx for helping me through fucked up times 🥹 i owe u a lot
(same old disclaimer: no stealing lol)
SOO TINYYY OH MY GOD THIS IS SOO CUUUTEEE AAAUUUGHGUHAAAAAAAA
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