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This sounds amazing and boxer Lee Know is *chef's kiss*

COUNTERPUNCH | minho series masterlist.

pairing: minho x fem!reader word count: tbd genre: friends to lovers, boxer!minho, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, eventual smut warnings: themes of anxiety and depression, mentions of therapy, unhealthy methods of coping, side character death, dealing with grief and loss, graphic depictions of injury, swearing, drinking, explicit sexual content (smut tags will be included in every chapter that requires them)

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summary: lee minho, iron fist, gimpo’s pride and joy. at a young age, minho took the boxing world by storm, the youngest south korean national to be expected to win olympic gold. at the peak of his career, just when he thought he had everything figured out, minho’s world shattered. now, one year later, he grapples with the weight of what it means to live a life after loss and fights to find the version of himself that once stood tall inside of the ring.

STATUS: announced · · · ♡ TAGLIST: open

i. camellias — coming soon

ii. dinner for two, sometimes three — coming soon

iii. corkscrew — coming soon

iv. the iron fist (has my heart) — coming soon

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🌊 ೃ‧₊◜ sea may rise, sky may fall epigraph

Have you ever had the eyes of a cat removed? I’m about to agree to this. The cat’s already blind and in pain according to the vet, and would be blind differently is all, with ghosts of eyes instead of his current milky orbs, but the thought of my yes still crushes my tender bits, the origami at the center of my breath. My father saw this coming. Years ago, he set me on his knee and told me that everyone dies in pieces, an elbow or head at a time, then set me on his other knee and told me that wisteria can’t be killed, and roses, rust, that a smart man ignores the construction code and builds on a foundation of love and cumulus. I’m sorry that he ran out of knees so quickly, that I’ve killed everyone I care about for years, imagined them dying or dead, and that I can’t actually hitchhike on starlight. I stick my thumb out but nothing, I’m still here and unable to lift the darkness of Wednesdays and Januaries off of Eve or operate on my mother’s heart with a firefly or go to Spain this minute and free bulls from men about to stab them beautifully, erotically, for the art of a terror so deep, only blood can speak its name.

BOB HICOK

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𝕰𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 [teaser!]

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 : Bang Chan x fem!reader

𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 : Ex lovers to strangers to lovers, idiots to lovers, love Triangle.

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : angst, fluff, eventual smut, tear-jerking ending or whatever.

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : eventual smut, drug usage, alcohol usage, misogynistic comments.

𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 : comment or dm

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 :

"You have given extensive thought to this decision and give 'Brighter days inc' exclusive permission remove this person's memory from your memory. If yes, then please sign the page and hand it over"

Your tired eyes scanned the terms and conditions. Black ink on plain white paper.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, hands fiddling with pen in grasp.

Their were 4 other people in the room, an old woman, a woman in her 40s, a teenage boy and you.

You wondered what the teenage boy had suffered, to come to a place like this.

The angel on your shoulder was telling you to sign the document, to let go of your memories with him. Let go of the pain. Let go of the happiest moments of your life.

The devil in your shoulder screamed to not sign it. Let yourself suffer as you watch the man, you loved so dearly, drift further away from you.

The promise ring on your pinkie was another reminder of the memory that you so painstakingly wanted to forget, but remember at the same time.

With a trembling hand you signed the paper. Exhaling shakily after.

Perhaps you should have listened to the devil afterall.

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Plagiarism is a crime

This is such an intriguing theme! I'm so excited to read

"look at me." [l.f.]

synopsis: you'd never believed in something from those horror movies actually happening in real life: a cute boy walks into a coffee shop, flirts playfully with the pretty barista until she writes her number on the heat sleeve of his cup and they hook up - then he kills anyone who looks in her direction and holds her captive for the rest of her life, forcing her into marriage and having a family all while hiding the truth from the world outside of their front door. because.. things like that didn't happen in real life; until that gorgeous blond boy walked into the front door of your coffee shop.

genre: romance, horror (yandere themes)

pairing: yandere!lee felix x fem!reader

notes: i'm so excited to start my first long-term fic!! it's probably going to be right around 9-10 parts, each part being something of introducing a member + how they end up out of the picture. so yes, it'll contain themes of character death. it'll be angsty, and probably a bit gross, just how i like it.

just making a clear statement that this fic in no way whatsoever will be written to represent felix as a person - or any of the stray kids members at that. it's purely fictional, written just for fun and from imagination.

first chapter to be released : 03/21/2024

Ugh Biker!Lee know is just so... *chef's kiss*

⭑“race my heart”pt.1⭑

⭑ lee know x female reader

⭑ synopsis: lee know, your academic rival strikes your path again during a motorbike meet up, and the lines of hatred and love begin to blur. as the engines rev and the wind blows hard, these lines intertwine and you both spill the bottles of emotions you had for eachother.

⭑ content includes: (barely any) drinking, non-idol lee know, non-idol reader, enemies to lovers, readers friend, pet name (sweetheart)

⭑ minors dni

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the sound of the roaring engines shook the bones in your body. you regret telling your friend you were into biker guys because here you are, sitting on a stack of tires, watching the cocky guys rev their motorbikes and force clearly uncomfortable girls on rides. “loosen up! here’s a beer” your friend approaches your way…

“yea, thanks” you take a large swig and continue observing the group of guys, hoping to maybe find someone that stood out to you.

“see that guy there? with the blonde hair? what do you think of him” your friend points at a man, grabbing at another girls ass and eyeing you disgustingly.

“girl what the fuck”

she lets out a loud laugh and jumps off the tower of wheels she sat on, dusting her pants and winking at you.

“i’m gonna go talk to him”

“good luck! he can drive your ass home too!” you scoffed at how gullible she was, falling for any guy that met one of her pity demands. in this case, he happened to be blonde and about 6 foot.

you began to get lightheaded and bored, so you walk off from the crowd to enjoy some silence on the dark sandy roads. as you move further, you identify another motorbike and a man squatting infront of it, inspecting something. the lights of the motorbike beamed his whole face, and you stopped dead in your tracks.

“l-lee know?” you were certain it was him, not even bothering to move any closer.

his head slowly moves to face the direction his name called, his eyes still on the motorbike.

“hm?” his eyes now move to face you, and his eyes widen. he gets up from his knees and he stands tall, in all his glory. he wore a tank top and black jeans with a puffy harley davidson jacket, helmet resting on the floor. you could’ve sworn your heart stopped.

lee know was your academic rival. during college you and him would battle head to head, always aiming to achieve perfect grades and grades better than his. the hatred never settled, and you both graduated with pure hatred for eachother. but as you grew older and started stalking his social life, the line between hatred and love blurred, and you began to see him in another light.

“what.. the hell are you doing here?” he exclaims

“my friend brought me over with here, in hopes i find my ‘dream man’ “ you gestured with air quotes.

“good luck, none of the guys would settle for someone who looks like you”

“huh, you haven’t changed in the slightest. i mean, we both graduated with the same grades and you still hate me?”

he turns to face his motorbike again, wiping the hood with his hand

“i didn’t want to hate you y/n and figure things out, but you really are a scumbag and there is no arguing that”

you’re taken aback, remembering all the times he tried sabotaging your exams and putting everything at risk to bring you lower.

“let me remind you of that one time you shoved the answer sheet in my exam papers and failed me.”

you see him grow a grin on his face, and your blood begins to boil.

“you’re just calling me a scumbag because i didn’t put up with your shit like every other person who wanted your sympathy”

“what do you want now, y/n”

you take a long breath, thinking about what you wanted. you wanted him to apologize, to get to know you now, to drive you to his place, to make love with you, to degrade you like he always did. you wanted a lot.

“you can drive me home since none of the guys ‘want me’ ”

“and what makes you think i want you? hm?”

“it’s the least you can do for that exam you made me fail. don’t get me started.”

he seemed to love everytime you mention it, because he grins uncontrollably and it makes you want to slap him across the face.

“fine then, but you’re waiting till i leave”

you let out an audible sigh and go back to where your friend is, or was. it seemed like he really drove her ass home.

you’re eyes got heavy while you laid on the sand, watching the clouds drive on the starry night. everyone had left with their pair, and you were left waiting for lee know to finish whatever he had going on. you would call a cab, but this meet up was in the middle of a desert and no cab was willing to off road at 1 in the morning. you check your phone to see if your friend had left you a message. and sure she had.

MY OTHER HALF- i knew lee know would be there 00:17

MY OTHER HALF- have fun girlfriend ;) 00:17

YOU- kys 01:03

you hear the faint noise of an engine and jolt up, ready to go home and process what happened today. he gets to a stop behind you and you lift yourself up, squinting at the intensity of his bright white lights. you awkwardly approach the back of his motorbike and climb on, resisting to place your hands around his waist.

“i’ve never done this before.”

“we’ll wrap your hands around me, so it doesn’t become your last”

he was always straight forward and rude, since the first day you met him. but he never spoke anything that could be argued, and you surely didn’t want to die in his arms.

you let your arms wrap around his stomach and distance your body from him, trying to keep things mundane till you would reach home.

“hold tight sweetheart”

⭑ TO BE CONTINUED

When Fire meets Ice Masterlist

Genre: BL

Paring: Hyunjin x Felix

Warnings: the content in this story may be +18, please consider it before reading

Authors note: that’s the first BL story I have ever written in my life. I hope you would enjoy it. It’s not a long story it’s divided in six parts. There’s no Y/N here. The story is about Hyunjin and Felix. I was inspired by one TikTok I saw in winter. Each chapter will be uploaded on Tuesday

Synopsis: When the cold hearted Prince of Fire meets sweet litttle sunshine, The King of Winter, everything changes

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“Love? What is love? It’s something unexpected that comes and goes. Sometimes it’s fast and warm like a summer rain, and sometimes it’s deep like an ocean. Love can be anything. It can be a word, a touch, a smell. You can love unconditionally or under the worst circumstances. But the truth about love is that you cannot force it. If you are meant to be, it will come. So let’s not force it, Felix. Let’s just it be.”

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-> Part 2

-> Part 3

-> Part 4

-> Part 5

-> Part 6

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A Work Proposal Masterlist

Pairing: O8T x reader Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Content All parts of this piece are strictly 18+ and contain explicit material reader discretion is advised and the author will not be responsible should prior warnings be ignored.

You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career.

Intro Part 1 (Chan x reader) Part 2 (Chan x reader x Changbin) Part 3 (Hyunjin x reader) Part 4 (Han x reader x Felix) Part 5 (Jeongin x reader) Part 6 (Seungmin x reader) Part 7 (Lee Know x reader) Interlude (Chan x reader) Part 8 (Felix x reader) Part 9 (Changbin x reader) Part 10 (Hyunjin x reader x Felix) Part 11 (Seungmin x reader x Lee Know) Part 12 (Changbin x reader x Han) Part 13 (Chan x reader) Part 14 (Han x reader) Part 15 (Changbin x reader x Felix) Part 16 (Jeongin x reader)

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Revenge | L.MH SMAU

status : ongoing

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing : Lee Minho x Reader

ᝰ.ᐟ genre : romance + heavy angst, enemies to lovers, social media au, college au, smut(?)

ᝰ.ᐟ summary : Minho used to bully y/n back in high school, it was mentally and physically, constantly covering y/n with bruises and scars. Until one day, Minho did something unimaginable to y/n that made her change schools. Now they’re in same college and y/n has completely change from a quiet and timid little girl to a petty rich it girl.

ᝰ.ᐟ warnings : smut, trauma, abuse, swearing, kys jokes, sexual jokes, mentions of drug usage, smoking + drinking

PROFILES. . . 🔪

Y/N’s friends | Minho’s friends

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stay tune ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

Be on the lookout for a new series!

Not My Boyfriend Masterlist

One small move could change their lives forever ; but for better or for worse?

Synopsis : No strings attached was the deal, but Minho couldn't help but get jealous every time someone else touched her. If only she would pick up on his hints, he could attach these damn strings.

Pairing : Lee Minho x Fem!Reader

Warnings : This au will contain mature subject matter such as but not limited to : swearing, sex, drinking, fighting, jealousy, obsession. Each chapter will have its own list of warnings. Reader's discretion is advised. ⚠️Minors do not interact⚠️

Taglist : OPEN (if you're on my permanent taglist, you have already been added)

Release : TBD

{Let The Story Begin}

Teaser (0.7k)

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Epilogue

I'm excited to read this!

﴾ i drink your blood and i eat your skin

pairing: vampire! hwang hyunjin x f!reader

general warnings: this story will contain gore, violence, strong language, slow burn, potential smut and classic vampire things, also reader’s body is being described to be more on the chubbier side

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Oooh fuck yes. My StayTiny heart is ready

Down The Rabbit Hole

Series Masterlist (Preview)

**Alright lovelies, I fed my Skz babes pretty well the last couple posts so here’s the Ateez smut series, as promised 🤭🫶🏻 Heavily inspired by Alice in Wonderland but also a mafia smut fic? 🫣 Please leave a comment if you would like to be added to the tag list for when the chapters begin coming out! After the prologue is posted, the chapters will be on a scheduled posting so there will be no weird waiting time 🫰🏻💕**

Do not repost or translate ©︎jagibangbangchan | minors and ageless blogs DNI | Please reblog if you enjoy my works**

This is purely a work of fiction and is not meant to represent any Ateez or Stray Kids member in reality.

Ateez OT8 x fae!fem reader

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Genre/theme/au: mafia!au, hybrid!au, dystopian underground crime, fantasy/supernatural, poly!ateez, smut (18+ MDNI)

Warnings: sooo much smut (actual smut tags will be on each chapter), typical gang violence, blood, injury, fighting, gambling, semi-major and side character death

Synopsis:

In the dystopian city of Underland, corruption and crime go hand-in-hand with magic. A city unofficially ruled by a gang leader called the Red King, follow our intrepid reader as she escapes from the red court with the help of a fluffy white eared savior, who leads her ‘down the rabbit hole’ into the darkest part of the city to meet its shady inhabitants. A revolution is stirring in the belly of the city, can you feel it, Alice?

Chapters:

0. Prologue

1. The White Rabbit

2. Meeting the Hatter

3. Tweedle Who?

4. I Didn’t Know Cats Could Smile

5. A Very Merry Unbirthday

6. Consulting Absolem

7. Hearts of the King

8. The Fall of “Wonderland”

Member: Assigned Character:

Magic creature type: Code Name:

Reader - (fae) - Alice

Seonghwa - white rabbit (hybrid) - McTwisp

Hongjoong-mad hatter/white king(fae)Hatter

Yunho - tweedle dee (half-giant) - The ⬇️

Mingi - tweedle dum (half-giant) - Tweedles

Yeosang - the chesire cat (hybrid) - Chess

San - dormouse/Mallymkun (hybrid)- Mally

Wooyoung- the march hare (hybrid) - March

Jongho - the caterpillar (fae) - Absolem

The Red Court (Werewolves)

Chan - the Red King

Hearts- Chan’s personal circle (Jisung & Changbin)

Spades- Information (Seungmin & Felix)

Clubs- Security (Minho & Changbin)

Diamonds- Profits/Money handling (Hyunjin & Jeongin)

This sounds very intriguing

⨳ ❛𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

스트레이 키즈 ( 한 ) + idol female reader ⇅ genre angst hurt + comfort semi-slowburn warning han deals with a lot of anxiety and depression reader has fibromyalgia constant mentions of being in pain love-making cussing lots of angst rating 18+ word count 2.1k summary in which two disabled idols find comfort in each other’s arms status on going q&a open

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Crystal Bird - Prologue

Crown Prince! Chan x Princess (fem.) Genre: Royal au! Angst, Romance, Historical, hidden identity, slow-burn Warnings: mentions of blood, war, death, cursing, somewhat proofread A/N: Short prologue. Based on a dream. Feedback is always welcome, enjoy!

Synopsis: The Crown Prince is saved by the Princess of a rival kingdom, and he swears his second life to his savior. A forbidden friendship no one knew of, grows deeper with every secret meeting. As the two are kept apart, memories of their sunset playdates by the serene river, begin blossoming into something beautiful. Cheeks blushed, stomach butterflies fluttered at the thought of each other. Years of yearning and imagining had only made them crave a sweeter reunion. And finally meeting at a Royal banquet, he could only stare at the now grown Princess, taken by her beauty, while she only watches as he gives his heart to the wrong princess.

Prologue

The silent still of the body, drip drop blood pooling in a wide puddle against the cold tiles of the grand room. Dark and red. 

Her hands had shot to her mouth, eyes wide. Her fingers muffled the sound of her shaky breathing, heart beating erratically as she scurried back from the lifeless body of her chamber maid.

The guard who’s armor adorned the crest of the kingdom, the guard who was supposed to protect the princess, had just killed her chambermaid. The guard who was supposed to protect her was going to kill her next.

She could hear her heart thrumming loudly at every beat, a hot feeling spread throughout her body. She hit the wall, no where else to go. Her nightgown was covered in the blood of the lifeless maid, and she was seconds away from joining. The guard’s cold eyes fixed on her trembling form, face sprayed with the blood of the poor girl, who had stood in front of the sword. He grit his teeth, look of anger on his face.

“It’s all your fault princess. You have betrayed your kingdom for those savages.” He grunts, raising his sword once again.

There was a surge of emotions running through the princess’ mind. One moment she was getting ready for bed, the next, her chambermaid had barged into the room, handing her a dagger.

“You must protect yourself Princess. They have attacked.”

The shaky voice still rang in her ears.

Before she could question what was going on out there, her guard had kicked in the door, forgetting all forms of etiquette. 

She must protect herself. 

And she does, grasping the dagger that she had forgotten about with both hands and stabbing forwards, eyes shut and unaware of where she had pierced. The guard drops his sword, staggering back with a loud groan. She opens her eyes to see the hilt of her dagger sticking out of the front side of his upper chest. He curses under his breath, and all the princess could do was run.

She was wearing nothing but the satin chemise stained with blood. A stark contrast of the red against her white nightgown. Her vision was blurred in tears, messy hair flying as she ran, but she could hear the distant screams and chaos happening within the palace walls as she ran for her life through the corridors of her living quarters. She could also hear her once personal guard running after her. She was scared, terrified. And painfully aware no one would come save her. No one cared for a forgotten princess like her, a princess who should be grateful she served as a decoy while the more important members of the royal family escaped in a situation like this. 

As she makes it onto the main hall, she stares wide eyed at what was infront of her. A masked soldier. He’s wearing the enemy armor, and she watches in horror as he pulls his bloodied sword out of one of the palace guards, whose body fell to the ground with a thud. 

He was a warrior of Bahng. 

She freezes and he faces her. She could hear her chaser getting closer from behind, but blood stained feet refused to move. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, the princess could only let out a muffled sob, shaking in spot as she watched the masked warrior step forward and raise his sword in launch formation from a few feet away. He was going to throw his sword from there and slice her neck. 

She was sure of it. 

It went so fast, like when you throw a ball and it moves faster than your eye can follow. Yet at the same time, it felt like she could see the glint of the sword reflect her wide gaze as it swooshed past her head, piercing the berserk guard that had caught up behind her. She stiffens at the sound of another body falling with a loud thud. Her almost frozen figure and teary gaze, too scared to turn around and look back at the dead man. Except before she could get a good look, she is pulled forward, facing the masked soldier. There was more blood on his armor than she had initially thought, dripping down the steel surface, making her nauseous. The grip he had on her was cold, the steel gloves almost piercing into her bare arms.

“Princess…” His tone is cold, but immediately she recognizes his voice, even muffled behind the armor.

He takes off the masked helmet protecting his face to reveal himself, and he was indeed the man she thought. His gaze is unreadable as he gives her shaking, bloodied body a once-over before looking into her wide eyes. 

“Your Highness!” The loud yell of his fellow commander is loud in the silent corridor. 

The commander unsheathes the warrior’s thrown sword from the lifeless guards’ body, and hands it back to his superior. Taking it with one hand, he still held the frozen princess in his grasp with the other. 

“They managed to escape through a secret tunnel.” The commander glances at the princess once, before looking back at his highness.

The now unmasked leader lets her go and like a string, her legs give out and she falls to the ground, slowly staring up at the man. Her ears are still ringing with her heartbeat, the distant screams and clatter had seemed to have died out and she was enveloped in nothing but silence and the stench of blood. He raises his sword, inches from her throat, his hardened expression watching as she stiffens yet again and stares at the bloodied metal. 

“Where does the tunnel lead?” The Commander’s voice is loud, looking between his superior and the terrified girl.

The forgotten princess had served her purpose as a decoy, while everyone escaped. 

How unfair. 

She was accused of betraying her country, she might as well commit the crime then.

“The tunnel opens into the square outside the palace. They should still be making their way there.” She whispers.

Her bloodshot eyes slowly raise to look at the silent soldier who held the sword in front of her. 

“Go where she says. Capture the first princess and lead her to safety—” He pauses for a second, not tearing his gaze from her teary one.

“Find everyone else and kill them.” The man in charge mutters.

The Commander nods and bows his head before he scurries off, and the two are left in silence once again. His grip on the hilt of his sword seemed to tighten the longer he held it in front of her, inches from her skin. The blood that was on the weapon drips down in blooms of spots on her white dress. Her vision grew hazy and the stench of blood was making her dizzy. What an ending this was for her. Killed by the man she had been enamored with for god knows how long. Would he be fine once he finds out the truth? Should she tell him before he beheads her? 

Pathetic.

Instead she smiles. The teardrops finally fall down her already tear stricken cheeks for maybe the final time. Awaiting for him to slice her throat she whispers a name she hadn’t in what felt like forever.

“Chan…”

His eyes grow wide as he stares down at her limp figure. She falls back with a thud and he stands frozen, sword falling to the ground with an echoing clatter. Wondering if he had in fact heard what he had heard. 

A name he hadn’t been called since he was a child.

— to be continued.

Sign The Dotted Line (Chapter One)

Series Summary: You are an ordinary person, working an ordinary job, nothing too special until you come across an ad for an application to become the new company assignment girlfriend of Lee Minho. You take the chance to apply and what happens next changes your life forever.

Pairing: idol Minho x fab reader

Genre (series as a whole): fluff, angst, smut-18+ MDNI

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings (this chapter): none

Notes: Welcome to the Sign the Dotted Line series! I'm super excited to release the first chapter! Don't worry, Minho makes an appearance but it'll be much later in the chapters.

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You remember exactly where you were the day you got the email, what you were doing, how it felt outside. You remember exactly how you were feeling the day your life changed forever.

“Hmmm what should I wear to tonight?” You asked your friend Lexi. You were having a tough time picking out an outfit, both you and your friend planning to go out tonight. You both had a tough week at work, deadlines were approaching to secure a major deal and tensions were high. Now it was Friday, Lexi suggesting you both go out to take your minds off work. Of course you agreed, needing any type of distraction you could get.

“Wear that crop top with your leather skirt,” Lexi said, pulling out the clothes from your closet.

You took the outfit, agreeing with her choice. Slipping it on, you stopped in front of the mirror, making sure everything was in place. Lexi made her way to you, phone in hand.

“Selfie time!” Lexi shouted, you covering your ears at her outburst. You giggled and posed, Lexi taking multiple pictures of the two of you. Lexi’s phone dinged, notifying her that the ride share was here. You grabbed your phone and bag and followed your friend out the door, walking to and sliding into the car.

The night was filled with fun. You both danced the night away, work completely forgotten. You did have a drink or two…or four, your head fuzzy but not enough to not know where you were or make a fool of yourself. Your feet were started to hurt, the combination of hours of non-stop dancing and heels taking its toll on your poor feet. You both decided to finish dancing to the song playing and then leave.

Lexi ordered another ride share, both of you waiting outside. The fresh air was refreshing, a slight breeze blowing to cool you off. You browsed your phone, clearing out your notifications. As you were waiting, you visited your favorite band Stray Kids website, looking for any new updates. There was one new notice, asking for applications to be considered to become Lee Minho’s girlfriend. You blinked your eyes once, twice, and then read the notice again, in disbelief at the ad. This was a prank. Yes, most definitely a prank played by the company.

Tapping Lexi’s shoulder, you showed her the ad. “What?! Is this real?” She shrieked.

“Looks like it,” you said, a frown on your face. You loved Minho, he was your bias after all. How cool would it be to become his girlfriend? It’s not like you haven’t imagined this exact scenario in your dreams.

Lexi was scrolling through the notice before handing you back your phone. “You need to apply!” She said while winking at you.

“Hell no!” You said. “I’d never be picked. I mean look at me! Why would THE Lee Minho want to date me?”

“Because you’re hot as fuck,” Lexi responded laughing. “It won’t hurt. Worst case scenario is you’d never hear back from them.”

You considered your friend’s statement. She was right. Why not take the leap of faith and apply. It would be a dream come true after all. “Ok, I’ll do it,” you said right as the ride share pulled up.

“That’s my girl,” Lexi said getting in the car before you. You looked out the window the whole ride back to your place, thinking about what you were about to do. Once inside, you changed into some more comfy clothes and slipped into bed, Lexi following suit as she was staying over. You pulled up the notice once more, reading it over.

“What is it asking for?” Lexi asked, leaning over your shoulder to get a closer look.

“Besides basic information like name, birthday, they want to know my occupation, family history, of course where I live, and a background check. They’re asking more information too. It’s like they want my whole life story,” you said nervously chuckling.

“Well makes sense doesn’t it?” Lexi said yawning. “They have to make sure whoever they pick isn’t a pyscho.”

It did make sense. I’m sure they only wanted the best for Minho. Someone who could withstand dating an idol, but also probably for Minho’s safety too. You started filling out the information they wanted, hoping even just a little that you would be considered. It took you a little over an hour to finish the application in its entirety. You let out a breath after submitting the application. You looked over at Lexi to let her know you were done, but noticed she was passed out, little snores coming from her mouth as she slept.

You set your phone on its charger and turned out the lights, settling in for the night. There’s no way they would choose you let alone consider you. Right?

You felt something hit your nose again and again. You scrunched up your nose, eyes fluttering open to identify what had disturbed you from your slumber…or more so who had disturbed you. You opened your eyes to see Lexi hovering above you, booping your nose with her finger.

“Wake up,” she said as she kept booping your nose.

“Ok, ok I’m up. “ you groaned, swiping her hand away and rubbing your eyes. You sat up in bed, letting out a yawn. Lexi handed you a cup of coffee fixed exactly how you liked it. You graciously grabbed the cup, taking a sip before cradling it in your hands.

“So, did you submit the application? Am I looking at the girlfriend of Lee Minho?” She asked smirking.

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m not going to be Minho’s girlfriend. There’s so many other people out there that would be better for him.”

Lexi scoffed, “please, you’d be perfect for him. Don’t put yourself down.”

You just shrugged, getting out of bed to get ready for the day. After getting dressed, you took your cup and went to sit in the living room. You checked your email, looking for any word from the company. You were trying not to get your hopes up. There’s no way they would choose you. Not in a million years.

The rest of the weekend passed, your days spent at home relaxing, and preparing yourself for another hell week at work. You hated this job with a passion, sitting at your desk all day, discussing projects and sitting in meetings. You wanted to quit, but the pay was great, allowing you to live in a decent area in town. But if someone offered you another position, you would take it in a heart beat, getting away from the constant stress and toxic workplace.

The beginning of the week came and went by quickly, your days spent at work, just to come home, eat, and pass out from exhaustion. You only had to get through one more day and then you were off. You had been checking your email daily, multiple times per day at that, looking to see if you had any emails in regard to the little application you submitted over the weekend. Each time you checked however, your hopes were squashed, your email only being filled with spam.

You made dinner, and sat in the couch propping your feet up. You let out a sigh before digging in. You went back to your phone, scrolling through social media. After eating, you sat down your plate and settled in to watch tv. The night went on, you dozing off after a hard day.

You woke up with a start, looking around to see where you were before realizing you were safe at home. Rubbing your eyes, you got up from the couch and walked to your bedroom and got into bed. you checked your phone before setting it down for the night and noticed you had a new email. The title was in Korean and your breath hitched a little. Clicking on the email, you held your breath as you read the words in front of you.

They wanted to interview you tomorrow if possible before advancing you further in the process. Looking at the time they requested would be right toward the end of your work day. You’d have to step away for the video chat. You were more than happy to do so. You replied with a yes and set your phone down, closing your eyes to sleep and dream of the possibilities in your future .

The next morning, Lexi stopped by, coffee in hand so you could go to work together. You were giddy, practically bouncing on your feet, as you scampered through your apartment to finish getting ready for work. Your friend noticed something was up. You were never this happy to go to work or this happy in the morning period.

“Ok, what gives? Why are you so happy?” Your friend asked you, watching as you turned away to hide your face. You continued fixing your lunch, a smile on your face.

“So I checked my email last night before bed and um I got an email from the company asking to do a video interview today. “ you continued to prep your lunch, waiting for your friend’s reaction.

“Holy shit really?” She said, clapping her hands in excitement. “See I told you! You’re a catch, I knew they’d be interested.” You turned to face Lexi, a huge grin on your face.

“What time is the interview?”

“8am Korea time so 6pm our time. I’ll be working late today, so I’ll have to find somewhere to sit for the interview.”

Lexi nodded, “well you could always use the conference room. It’ll be empty by then.”

You shook your head in agreement. Making sure you had all your stuff for the day, you looked at friend and said, “ready?”

Lexi sighed, “no not really, but don’t have a choice do I?”

You grinned, grabbing your keys, “nope!”

Work was hell per usual, your day filled with answering calls and working on projections. You were stressed, every client you dealt with today must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, because everyone was pissy. But, the hours dragged on, the office buzzing as everyone worked on their various projects.

It was getting closer to 6pm so you grabbed your laptop and pulled up the video invite, making sure everything was ready for when the time comes. Satisfied, you picked up the laptop and made your way to the conference room, shutting the door behind you. You took a seat and made sure everything looked ok around you as well as made sure your outfit was fixed, wanting to make a good impression. At least you could look good if nothing else.

You logged in and waited for whoever to enter the meeting room. At exactly 6pm, someone popped up on screen. She was really pretty, long black hair cascading down past her shoulders, with light makeup on to accentuate her features. She smiled at you before speaking in Korean. Shit, you thought, you didn’t know anything in Korean besides hello and I love you.

You felt stupid as you politely stopped her before saying, “Im sorry, I don’t speak Korean.”

She looked taken aback for a moment. Great, you thought. She’s probably thinking why would you apply for this if you couldn’t even speak the language. You felt your face getting hot, embarrassed at this setback. However, the woman just smiled and apologized, this time in English. You let out a breath, happy that she didn’t think you were crazy…at least she didn’t show it.

Despite the little hiccup in the beginning, the rest of the interview went well. She asked you a ton of questions about yourself and your personality. She also inquired about your job and asked about details for that. You felt exposed, sharing things that even your best friend would most likely not know. She also asked you how you deal with pressure, which you answered to the best of your ability. You had some experience with how to deal with pressure in your current job, so it was helpful when you came up with a response for her. She also ran through scenarios with you, such as what would you do if people spoke not so kindly about you online or what would you do if paparazzi came up to you and started asking questions about Stray Kids. Of course you had no experience with this type of situation, so you just came up with the best answer you could, answering as truthfully as you could.

For over an hour, you sat there and answered question after question. At the end of the interview, she informed you they would run a thorough background check on you and would notify you if they want you to proceed. You thanked her for her time and said goodbye, shutting your laptop and leaning back in your chair. You took a deep breath and let it out, happy that was over with. That was more nerve wracking than the interview you had for your current job.

You gathered your stuff and exited the conference room, making your way back to your cubicle. Lexi was sitting in your chair waiting for you, no doubt ready to ask you how the interview went. You shook your head indicating not here and packed up your stuff to go home. Lexi got the hint and nodded, leaving to go pack her stuff up as well. You both left the building, making your way to the subway.

After walking a while you told Lexi all that occurred during the interview, how you were asked lots of questions and what she told you before ending the call.

“Whew, that’s a lot y/n. I get it though. She has to know your whole life story if you’re going to go on to date an idol.”

You nodded, agreeing with your friend. You secretly hoped you would get to the next step, but only time would tell. You parted ways with Lexi once you got to your stop, saying goodbye. You were happy it was the weekend as you were more than ready to do nothing and just rot on the couch.

Once back home, you got ready for bed, snuggling into your blankets, happy to be home. You closed your eyes and dreamed of sweet dates with a man, holding hands while walking down the street, going on picnics with him. The man was Minho, your mind already keen on the idea of dating him. You slept soundly that night, content with your dreams.

The weekend passed quickly, as they often do. It was Sunday night once again, and you were cleaning up your apartment, when you got a notification on your phone. You picked up your phone to check it, thinking it was probably Lexi, but you noticed it was a new email. You opened up the notification, quickly skimming over the contents of said email. What you read made you drop the towel you were holding. You read and then reread the email.

They picked you. You were to be Minho’s girlfriend. You were in shock, but also super happy. You did a little dance around your apartment, too happy to stay still. After a mini celebration, you called Lexi to share the good news. She was ecstatic for you, joining in on your celebration.

“So what’s next? What do you have to do?” Lexi asked once you both calmed down some.

“It looks like I have to fly out to Korea in 2 weeks to officially start my role…” your voice fading out with the realization how soon that would be. You would have to put your notice in for your job tomorrow and start packing up your stuff. It was definitely going to be a busy two weeks.

“Well you know I’ll help you. Damn, that means you’ll be in a whole other country.” Lexi said. “I’ll miss my bestie.”

“I’ll miss you too! But we can always talk and video chat!”

Lexi agreed, “you better!”

You chatted with your friend for a little longer before hanging up to get ready for bed. It was a normal workday tomorrow after all. You could hardly sleep though that night, your brain stuck on the fact that your life was about to drastically change in the next few weeks.

The day had arrived for your flight to Korea. Lexi went with you to the airport to see you off. You gave her a big hug. You were going to miss your friend, but would try to fly her out so she could visit once you were settled.

“Let me know when you land ok?” Lexi said. Her eyes were glossy and you could tell she was trying not to cry. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“Me too,” you said, trying not to cry yourself.

Right then, an announcement overhead announced that your flight would be boarding soon. You sighed, giving your friend one last big hug, before grabbing your bags and walking to the gate to board. Once your ticket was scanned, you looked at your friend once more and gave her a wave before walking down ramp to get to the plane. This is it. You were really going to Korea to date an idol. You settled in your seat for a long flight.

You slept most of the way, exhaustion from the last few days catching up to you. You had landed a while ago and had retrieved your suitcase. You made your way outside, looking for the company car that had been sent to fetch you. Locating the car, you slid in looking out the window at the unfamiliar city around you. It was busy, the workday having just started.

The car brought you to the company building, pulling up to the curb. The driver got out to help you out of the car. You thanked the man before walking through the front door. You showed your email to the security guard at the front desk. He nodded and made a call, presumably to the manager of Stray Kids. He motioned for you to sit, which you did.

A few minutes later, the same woman who interviewed you walked toward you, extending her hand out to shake yours.

“Y/n,” she said. “It’s nice to meet you in person. Was your flight ok?”

“Nice to meet you,” you responded. “It was a nice flight, thank you.”

She smiled at you before gesturing toward the elevators. “Shall we?”

You nodded and grabbed your bag before following her to the elevators. She punched the number five and stepped back, the both of you standing in silence as the elevator ascended. Once on the floor, she motioned for you to follow her.

“So you can drop your stuff in my office. We’ll go over some logistics. Have you look over and sign the contract and then you can meet Minho.”

You were taking in the halls around you, while trying to listen. “Ok, sounds good,” you said. You both came to a door, before she pushed it open, allowing you to step into the room first. She pointed to a chair in front of a desk. You took a seat and waited for her to speak. She briefed you on your role, which was to be the company appointed girlfriend to Lee Minho, one of the members to Stray Kids. You were to serve your role for a minimum of two years and at that time the contract could be extended or terminated. She went over some other things as well, before handing you the contract to sign.

You took the paper and pen she handed to you, took a deep breath and signed your name on the line. It was official, you were Minho’s girlfriend….at least on paper.

“Well are you ready to meet Minho?” She asked you.

You swallowed before meekly saying yes, your nerves getting the best of you. What if you made a fool of yourself? What if he laughed at you and thought you a joke? Your mind went through a million questions, not noticing that the manager had left.

A few minutes later, she walked back into the office, a man in tow. He had on gray sweat pants and a white t-shirt on. In all his glory, Minho stood before you. You were speechless.

The manager looked between you two before saying, “Minho this is y/n. She will be your company appointed girlfriend. I’ll leave you for a moment to get acquainted.”

You watched as she walked out the door, softly closing it behind her. You looked from the door to Minho, his eyes trained on you and…was that a scowl? He didn’t look happy to see you, but that couldn’t be it right? He didn’t know you enough to hate you right?

Taking a breath, you decided to suck it up and introduce yourself. “Hi Minho, I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you! I hope we’ll get along well.” You said with a smile on your face. Minho just looked at you, his eyes hardened. The man was glaring at you and it was making you uncomfortable. You had no clue what to do or say. Despite this, you were not prepared for the words that would come out of his mouth as he continued to glare at you.

“I don’t need you, you should go back home.”

You watched as he turned on his heels and walked out the door, leaving you standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

Well shit, you thought. This is going to be fun….not.

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synopsis you loved kim seungmin and were terrified of it. so much so, that it was killing you. that was, until, yang jeongin came armed with a manga and a will to make sure your love didn't end you.

pairing non-idol!jeongin x fem!reader, non-idol!seungmin x reader

genre hurt, angst, comfort, fluff, university au, hanahaki au, roommates to lovers, slow burn

warnings mentions of death, mentions of blood, food and eating, swearing, slightly suggestive (only jokes), mentions of dying (more to be added in the actual fic)

hanahaki primarily deals with death. please do not read if triggering.

word count (preview) 1.5k words

release date late july/early august (?)

a/n i love love, even if it's an unrequited shit show.

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"You can wait until the rain lets up," Jeongin offered as he slid the key through the keyhole and opened it with a soft click.

The door creaked on it's hinges, offering you a view of Jeongin's apartment. You had never been here before, so you took the time to observe it carefully. The apartment was small, with two bedrooms, a living room and a dimly lit kitchen.

It was surprisingly neat for somebody like Jeongin and very artistic too. The entire apartment was decorated in muted shades of beige and brown, which gave you an overwhelming fear that you might inadvertently end up spilling and staining the furniture.

"Oh, Hyunjin decorated it," Jeongin called from the kitchen. He had offered to make you both some ramen and knowing that no wasn't an answer he would accept, you conceded.

You took your time taking in the entire apartment. It was pretty, a place where you would have no qualms about living in. Somehow, even in the rainy atmosphere clouding the outside, the entire apartment looked cheerful. It must be a sight to behold when light poured through the windows.

But maybe the comfort the apartment exuded was because of the fact that the apartment was Jeongin's. The boy who never dropped his smile.

The apartment had smaller, more personal items that made it seem like a home. Pictures of Jeongin, his brothers and his parents and him at graduation adorned the fireplace mantle. A Gojo bobblehead was on Jeongin's coffee table and a copy of Death Note lay half open on his beige couch.

"How have you never spilled food on the furniture?" you asked Jeongin.

Jeongin snorted. "I am now a master of removing stains from all surfaces."

You shook your head with a laugh and made your way to the window seat right next to Jeongin's bookshelf. Pulling your legs up, you sat on the seat and watched as the droplets of rain scurried down the glass, ants rushing to feed their queen.

A familiar feeling started from the depths of your stomach, gliding upwards through your esophagus. Soft paddings hit the walls of your throat. You let out a cough and saw six rose petals lay in front of you. Letting out a shaky breath, you picked them up and placed them in your pocket. You turned to Jeongin, who hadn't noticed what has happened.

You had to distract yourself. Pondering on the morbid thoughts of murderous flowers and devious love would do you no good. It would only send you on a downward spiral and you had cried enough for a day. You would deal with the reality of the situation tomorrow.

Your eyes traced the path of two droplets of water that kept flowing towards each other but wouldn't quite meet. Every time they came close to each other, the larger of the two deflected it's path and the droplets moved parallelly. That was, until the larger droplet laced itself with a smaller one while the original droplet flowed along the path of the two now combined droplets, never meeting.

Maybe that's what you and Seungmin were. Parallel lines never destined to meet in any sense of the world.

You diverted your gaze to the books on the bookshelf. Dropping from the sofa onto the carpeted floor, you ran your hands over the multiple volumes mangas and other assorted novels that nestled in the shelves. You hooked your finger through a novel titled The Greatest Collections of Love, bringing it to you.

Jeongin walked towards you, two bowls in each hand. "Oh, Hyunjin gave that to me. He says it's because I need to be more cultured, but he probably just understood nothing." Jeongin sat cross-legged on the floor and pushed a bowl of ramen towards you. "I read the first poem but I couldn't process anything, so I quit reading it."

You looked up to meet Jeongin's eyes and murmured a silent thanks. He began slurping up his ramen while you moved yours a bit towards to front, one leg folded underneath your body and the leaned up against your chest. You propped your chin on that knee and flipped through the pages of the book.

"Want me to read one of my favorite verses from a poem in here?" you asked, mentally prepared for denial on his part. But Jeongin surprisingly responded with an easy, "Sure."

Jeongin found the way you thought about the world fascinating. Nobody in the friend group was a stranger to the fact that you had a hard time with social interaction, being barred from it your entire life.

But when you spoke of literature, Jeongin saw a spark within you, burning with passion. Your entire face seemed to light up at the prospect of speaking written works. And although he could never fully understand your musings the way Jisung and Hyunjin did, he always displayed a curiosity towards knowing how you felt about the only things known to him that truly felt like home to you.

(He also found it quite ironic that you had such an unfiltered obsession with the Fine Arts with Specialization in Writing as a Biochemistry student, but never voiced as such. Although he believes that a book written by you would be intricately detailed and a knowledge unattainable by a mere mortal like him who only relied upon books with pictures. But he digresses.)

Your voice melodiously pierced through the quiet that wafted through the air.

"How should we like it were stars to burn

With a passion for us we could not return?

If equal affection cannot be,

Let the more loving one be me."

You both sat in silence for a moment, a pregnant pause heavily held between you two. "It's called The More Loving One by W.H. Auden. Give it a read," you suggested. You slid the book back into the empty space where it was on the bookshelf.

Jeongin watched you with a tilt of your head. "You look as if you wish to tell me something."

"I do," you stated. "But it's too soon really."

You offered him a twisted smile. "Fall in love, Yang Jeongin. Maybe then you would recognize the depths of my yearning and despair."

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Jeongin and you ate in silence. The rain felt unceasing, beating down on the earth in a furious frenzy. It felt as if the earth was weeping with your heart, eroding into the crevices of the land the way weeds wound their way into your soul.

It was a feeling that you would never get used, companionship.

All your life, your loneliness festered within you like an unkempt forest. It grew roots of apathy that dug into your very being and branches of animosity that covered your personality in a thick canopy. It was rare for anything to penetrate through the covering of your forest, where birds rarely sang and insects took caution to reside in.

Then Seungmin came, with his entire friend group, all of them chopping off the ugly tree that swept through you and replacing it with a flower garden in beautiful hues. The flowers were still shoots, but they would grow, and so would you.

Reaching into your pocket, you pressed the switch of your phone in a long press, having turned it off before meeting Ms. Jeon. You were about to take the last bite of your ramen, when your phone start vibrating in your pocket repeatedly.

Jeongin exchanged a glance with you. He tried very hard to contain his laughter but it slipped out, and you couldn't help but give him a smile. Taking out your phone to check why it was so active all of a sudden, your ramen was left forgotten.

Your heart sunk to your stomach.

"Is everything okay?" Jeongin asked. The smile on your face fell as swiftly as it had appeared.

"My landlord has increased rent for all the tenants of our apartment and I..." your voice trailed off as worry rushed into your mind.

You couldn't possibly pay a higher rent. Even with your internship, it would be impossible. There was only a month to pay the current rent. How would you find a house in time? Where would you go? What could you possibly do to-

"You should move in with me," said Jeongin matter-of-factly.

"What?" you whipped your head to face his.

"Look," said Jeongin, "We've known each other for almost a year. I have two bedrooms and we can split the rent and responsibilities."

You bit your lip in contemplation. You enjoyed your solitude, but you didn't seem to have any better option right now. Jeongin's rent was extremely cheap and his apartment was close to your university. Not to mention that you trusted Jeongin with your life, especially since you both had been through thick and thin together (in other words, the victims of intense bullying from everyone older than).

"I'm not saying this out of the goodness of my heart. I can't cook for shit," laughed Jeongin. Something in your expression must have told him that you were thinking against it because he quickly added, "You know what, forget it. It's stupid, I'm sorry."

You looked at Jeongin with an apprehensive stare. You knew you had to run all possible outcomes in your mind, but you also knew that this was the best, and quite frankly, the only feasible outcome in such short notice.

"I'll think about it," you told him, even though a part of you had already made up it's mind.

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❤︎ ━━━ P A I R I N G : SEUNGMIN X READER

❤︎ ━━━ S Y N O P S I S : There's two sides to every coin. Who would of guessed guy you'd been talking to and flirting with on twitter was the shy kid in class?

❤︎ ━━━ G E N E R A L C W : Cam boy!Seungmin, Cam girl!Reader, smau, smut, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, only fans au!

❤︎ twt hoes | ❤︎ bane of my existence

chat one ❤︎ hands

chat two ❤︎ twitter dms

chat three ❤︎ delulu era

chat four ❤︎ hook up culture

chat five ❤︎ still fuckin?

chat six ❤︎ bbq

chat seven ❤︎ dynamic

chat eight ❤︎ what are you into?

chat nine ❤︎ we're similar…

chat ten ❤︎ be safe

chat eleven ❤︎ partners

chat twelve ❤︎ willingly??

chat thirteen ❤︎ in his sleep

chat fourteen ❤︎ together??

chat fifteen ❤︎ party please

chat sixteen ❤︎ streams

chat seventeen ❤︎ bar night

chat eighteen ❤︎ just ask

chat nineteen ❤︎ my sub?

chat twenty ❤︎ sexting

chat twenty-one ❤︎ questions

chat twenty-two ❤︎ party

chat twenty-three ❤︎ picked up

chat twenty-four ❤︎ SOS

chat twenty-five ❤︎ we need to talk

chat twenty-six ❤︎ crying

chat twenty-seven ❤︎ feelings

chat twenty-eight ❤︎ homicidal

chat twenty-nine ❤︎ check-ins

chat thirty ❤︎ make right

chat thirty-one ❤︎ hey…

chat thirty-two ❤︎ first date

chat thirty-three ❤︎ annoying

chat thirty-four ❤︎ sky blue

chat thirty-five ❤︎ marked

chat thirty-six ❤︎ open mic

chat thirty-seven ❤︎ the night

chat thirty-eight ❤︎ petty

chat thirty-nine ❤︎ tweets

chat forty ❤︎ idea!!

chat forty-one ❤︎ collab??

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Yet another series from, Cece. I'm excited to read the third installation of this au

The Artist's Garden At Midnight

— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —

[ abstract ]: Instead of playing the princess in an upcoming movie, it turns out you got scammed and are portraying her in an amusement resort to entertain tourists in Paris. On top of that, you are paired up with the man who you thought you would never see again. Hwang Hyunjin, an ambitious painter who broke your heart half a decade ago (your version of the story). However, you are not entirely innocent in this either when you were the one to rip his own into a thousand pieces first (his version).

[ parts ]: EP. 1 — DAFFODIL DAY DREAMS [ coming soon! ]

[ general ]: hyunjin + fem reader, painter hyunjin, florist reader, kind of second chance au, almost lovers to enemies to lovers, coworkers au, story is set in paris, smut + angst + fluff

[ warning ]: explicit sexual scenes [ will be individually specified for each chapter ], consumption of alcohol, mention of cheating and dishonesty, [ I might add more during the writing process and pls always make sure to read the chapters’ individual warnings and remember you’re responsible for your own media consumption ]

[ words ]: ?/?

[ note ]: This is Hyune's promised spin off to the The Experience Project and SIMP universe! Tag list is open. If you wish to be added in order to engage meaningfully with this little story just let me know! If you asked me before under some other post please comment here again, I couldn’t keep track of all wishes to be tagged since I didn’t have a list at this point. I hope you will like this story 🩷

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