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"I Would've Loved Her Right"

Broken! Jeongin x Dead! Reader(fem)

Part-1

Jeongin stood at the edge of his new apartment, surveying the scene before him. Cardboard boxes were piled high around him, like miniature mountains threatening to topple, each one marked with black ink scribbles indicating their contents. The scent of fresh paint clung to the walls, mingling with the cool, crisp autumn air that slipped through the cracked window, bringing with it a distant hum of city life. It wasn’t much to look at—just a modest one-bedroom unit tucked away in a quiet neighborhood, the kind where the nights were still and the mornings were slow. But it was his. It was a new beginning, a fresh canvas. After months of his life being nothing but fragmented pieces, scattered and disordered, this move felt like the first step toward stitching the chaos back together.

At twenty-one, he hadn’t imagined starting over would be part of his plan. And yet, here he was, standing in a space that was both foreign and strangely comforting.

The breakup had been hard. No—brutal. The kind of heartbreak that left you breathless, hollowed out, with sharp edges where soft feelings used to be. Her words still echoed in his mind, playing on a relentless loop: “You’re not enough, Jeongin. I need more. I need someone who knows what they want.”

He couldn’t shake the sting of it, the way those words had carved into him. But a part of him wondered if she really knew what she wanted. Or was it just easier to push him away with that excuse? Jeongin had loved her. Maybe not in the perfect, all-consuming way people talk about in songs or movies, but in his own quiet, steadfast way. He had loved her deeply, or at least he thought he had. But clearly, it hadn’t been enough.

The past year had been a blur of confusion and soul-searching, trying to pick up the pieces of his identity after she had left. He thought he’d come further by now. He thought moving to this new place would finally make him feel whole again. But now, standing in this empty apartment, the loneliness seemed to press in on him from all sides, an invisible weight that was hard to shake.

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a breath, the silence almost deafening. Maybe this apartment was a symbol of something more. Maybe it wasn’t just the walls that needed to be filled—it was him too.

“I’ll get used to it,” he muttered, running a hand through his unruly hair, the strands sticking up at odd angles. His voice bounced off the bare walls, filling the room for a moment before being swallowed by the empty space. Aside from the occasional groan of the old wooden floorboards beneath his feet, there was nothing but silence—a silence that almost felt alive, watching him, waiting for something.

The day had been long, the hours spent unpacking stretching endlessly. Every box he opened seemed to remind him just how much of his past he was carrying with him, both physically and emotionally.

Finally, Jeongin let himself collapse onto the old leather couch he’d painstakingly dragged up three flights of stairs. It groaned under his weight, the worn cushions sagging slightly, but it was the only piece of furniture that felt even remotely familiar.

The rest of the apartment had come furnished, a detail that had seemed convenient at first. But now, sitting among the mismatched, outdated pieces, it felt a little unsettling. The furniture was old, fraying at the edges, and the entire place seemed as if someone had lived here once and left in a hurry, abandoning more than just their belongings.

The eeriness of it gnawed at him, a faint unease settling in the pit of his stomach. There was a story here, lingering in the dust, in the creases of the worn upholstery. Who had lived here before him? And why had they left so abruptly? He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answers to those questions.

Kicking his feet up onto the rickety coffee table in front of him, his eyes fell on something he hadn’t noticed before. A small drawer tucked underneath the table, its handle crooked, as if it had been pulled too many times. It caught his attention like a whisper in the dark, urging him to look closer. Curiosity piqued, he leaned forward and gave the handle a gentle tug. The drawer slid open with a creak, revealing something unexpected.

Inside, nestled in the dusty interior, was a small, leather-bound book.

"Huh..." he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper, as he reached into the drawer and carefully lifted the small book from its dusty resting place. It was heavier than he had expected for such a compact object, the weight of it somehow amplifying the sense of mystery that surrounded it. He turned it over in his hands, the worn leather cover soft under his fingers, smoothed by time and use, as though it had been held and handled countless times before. Its deep brown surface was cracked in places, like the lines of an old map, hinting at a long history. The texture, though weathered, felt oddly comforting—like the embrace of something familiar despite being unknown.

There were no markings on the cover. No title, no name, no decorative embossing. Just the plain, unadorned leather, worn and faded, offering no clues as to its contents or origin. He ran his thumb along the spine, where the stitching had frayed just slightly, evidence that it had been opened and closed many times, its secrets shared and sealed again. The pages, however, were a different story. Though yellowed slightly with age, they seemed remarkably well-preserved, untouched by the passing of time that had left its mark on the cover. He could feel the smooth edges of the paper beneath his fingers as he fanned them lightly, a faint, musty scent escaping—a smell like old libraries, full of forgotten stories and hidden memories.

His heart skipped a beat. It looked like a journal, the kind people pour their thoughts into when no one else is listening. But something about it felt... different. More personal. Almost sacred, as though it held more than just mundane daily entries. It was as if this little book, so unassuming in appearance, contained pieces of someone’s life—fragments of their soul—trapped between its pages, waiting for someone to discover them.

For a moment, he froze, fingers hovering over the edge of the cover, unsure of whether or not to open it. A strange sense of reverence washed over him, making him hesitate. This wasn’t just some discarded item, left behind carelessly with the rest of the furniture. This was someone’s diary, someone’s private thoughts, written down with the intent of being hidden, or at least kept secret. Whoever had lived in this apartment before him had probably filled these pages with their most intimate feelings, things they hadn’t been able to say out loud, things they couldn’t confide in anyone else. Maybe even things they hadn’t admitted to themselves.

Was it wrong to read it?

The question buzzed in his mind, a moral dilemma he hadn’t anticipated. His first instinct was to close the drawer, to put the journal back where he’d found it and leave it untouched. It wasn’t his to read. These weren’t his memories, his experiences. It felt invasive, like he was crossing a line, stepping into a space that wasn’t his to occupy. He imagined someone reading his own thoughts, the vulnerable words he kept buried inside himself, and a knot formed in his stomach.

But then again, the person who had written this was long gone. Whoever they were, they had left the apartment, left this life behind, and hadn’t bothered to take the journal with them. Maybe they had forgotten it, or maybe they had meant to leave it. Maybe, in some strange way, it was meant to be found.

He couldn’t help but wonder about the previous tenant. Who were they? What had their life been like here, in this same space where he now stood? Had they been happy? Lonely? Had this apartment held the same weight of solitude for them that it did for him? Or had it been filled with warmth, with love, with laughter, before something changed? Jeongin felt an odd connection to this unknown person, someone he had never met and would likely never know. Their presence lingered here, in the worn furniture, in the faint smell of something sweet that still clung to the walls. And now, in this journal.

The more he thought about it, the more his curiosity grew. What kind of person leaves behind something so personal, something that surely held significance? Maybe it wasn’t just the apartment that carried a story—maybe this little book did too. And maybe, just maybe, it was a story he was supposed to uncover. After all, wasn’t that the whole point of starting over? To find meaning in the things that had been lost? To rebuild not just his own life, but to make sense of the world around him? Perhaps this journal, left behind in the empty shell of an apartment, held a piece of that meaning, waiting to be discovered.

Jeongin exhaled slowly, his decision made. He wasn’t sure if it was fate or just happenstance, but he couldn’t resist the pull of the unknown. The temptation was too strong, the mystery too compelling to ignore. After all, wasn’t this what he had wanted—a fresh start, a way to move forward? Maybe this journal, with all its secrets, could offer him some kind of clarity, or at least a distraction from the thoughts that had been circling in his own mind for too long.

He swallowed the lingering hesitation, his fingers tightening around the edges of the book. Slowly, carefully, as if he were unwrapping a delicate gift, he opened the cover.

He flipped open the first page, and his eyes skimmed over the neat handwriting.

“There are some things I’ll never say aloud, some truths that stay buried because they’re too heavy to carry. I’m tired of pretending to be whole when I’m rotting inside...”

Jeongin blinked, his breath catching in his throat. It was just ink on a page, but the weight behind it felt like a punch to the chest. This wasn’t the casual doodling of someone passing time. No, this was a confession, the kind you only make to yourself when the world has turned away and left you alone with your thoughts.

He found himself reading the sentence again, letting the words settle in his mind. I’m tired of pretending to be whole... That line stuck with him. It wasn’t dramatic or over-the-top, but it cut deep, the honesty of it almost too sharp. Whoever wrote this—whoever lived here before him—had been carrying something heavy, something they couldn’t share with anyone. It was a loneliness he recognized too well.

For a second, he thought about closing the book, about putting it back where he found it and walking away from the private pain hidden in its pages.

But instead, his fingers tightened around the leather cover.

He knew he wasn’t done reading. Not yet.

He flipped the pages, as if to get an overview of the whole thing, and his eyes landed upon this sentence:

“I loved him, but love isn’t enough. Not when you’re broken. Not when every ‘I love you’ feels like a lie because you don’t love yourself.”

He cried. It was too relatable, it was too painful, he set it aside and looked at it as if it slapped him in the face.

It felt like the book looked back at him, with an intense gaze, a gaze that was too painful, begging to ease the burden it has to bear, with the painful words written on it.

He carried that book with him wherever he went now, as if it had become a part of him. It wasn’t just a book anymore; it was a place he could retreat to, a source of unexpected answers hidden within the questions scribbled across the pages. The questions she wrote were sometimes the very ones he found himself asking, though he never quite put them into words. And when he read those questions, it felt like, in some strange way, he received answers too, as if the act of reading her thoughts gave clarity to his own.

The book had become his constant companion, the one thing he couldn’t leave behind, no matter where he went. It wasn’t just a collection of someone else’s thoughts anymore; it was a lifeline, a whisper of understanding in a world that often felt indifferent. Each page was like opening a door to another world, another mind, another soul. There, tucked between the messy handwriting and tear-stained pages, was a person—someone raw and real, someone who hurt, laughed, and raged, just like him.

The questions she wrote haunted him. They weren’t just idle musings, they were the kind of questions that circled in his own mind late at night when sleep wouldn’t come.

"I'm in the kitchen now. Everyone's asleep. I'm hungry, but I don’t want to eat anything from the fridge. I don’t even know what I want anymore. Do I want to eat? Do I want to sleep? Do I want to wake up tomorrow?"

It wasn’t just hunger she was talking about. He could feel it in the words—the deeper, unspoken craving for something more, something that would fill the emptiness gnawing at her. He recognized it because he’d felt it too. That nameless ache that made you feel like you were missing something essential, something that everyone else seemed to have.

"My mother wants me to become a lawyer. She thinks it’s a respectable job. But how do you explain to someone that you can’t even imagine living long enough to pick a career?"

That line had hit him hard the first time he read it, and it hit him again every time he went back to it. He didn’t know how to explain that kind of heaviness either—the weight of expectations that pressed down until you couldn’t breathe, until the future felt like a foreign concept, like something that didn’t belong to you.

"Why is the hair on my legs so much healthier than the hair on my head? Maybe even my body knows it’s a waste of time to take care of the parts that matter."

Her humor was sharp, biting in a way that made him smile despite himself. But underneath it all, there was always that thread of pain, of uncertainty, as if she didn’t even believe in her own jokes.

"These relatives... she told me I was too young to be having back pains. Well, alright, you rotten chicken fungus of an aunt, you're too old to be alive, but here we are, aren’t we?"

Jeongin had laughed out loud the first time he read that. It was such a strange, unexpected combination of words. She was angry, frustrated, but instead of letting it consume her, she twisted it into something absurd. It was her way of fighting back against a world that didn’t make sense. And maybe that’s why he felt such a strong connection to her.

She was like him, trying to make sense of things that couldn’t be understood.

But then there were the moments when her humor cracked, when the weight of everything she was carrying bled through the pages.

"Even the shrimp in my soup looked at me like it was disgusted to be eaten by someone as useless as me. Maybe that’s why I threw up when I got home. Maybe my body is rejecting me, just like everything else does."

Those lines made his chest ache. He didn’t know her, but he could feel her pain as if it were his own. And in some ways, it was. They were strangers, but their experiences overlapped in ways that were impossible to ignore. She wrote about her feelings of worthlessness, her moments of self-doubt, and it mirrored so much of what he had felt in his own life.

"I bled too much this month. I honestly got scared, thought I might die. And for a second, I hoped I would. Isn’t that pathetic?"

Sometimes, he felt like he was trespassing on something sacred, like he had stumbled into the most private parts of someone’s soul and wasn’t supposed to be there. But he couldn’t stop. The more he read, the more he understood her, and the more he understood himself.

She had written about love too, though it was clear that love had never been kind to her.

"I think the worst part of being in love is realizing that you’re not worth being loved back. I waited for him to notice me, but I was invisible. I gave everything, but it was never enough. I’ll never be enough. Maybe no one will ever love me."

"I think about him all the time. What he’s doing, where he is, why he hasn’t called. And when he finally does, it’s like I’m waiting for scraps of his attention, begging for something that never comes. I hate myself for it. I hate myself for loving him."

"He’s always busy, always tired, always has an excuse. But when he needs something, I’m the first person he calls. And I always go. I always show up. I can’t say no, even when I know I should. I think I’m scared he’ll leave for good if I stop trying. But why do I care? Why do I care about someone who doesn’t care about me?"

"I told him I needed more. That I was tired of feeling like an afterthought, like I was always chasing him. He laughed. Laughed. Like I was being ridiculous, like I was overreacting. He said I was being clingy, that I was too emotional. He made me feel like I was asking for too much, even though I knew I wasn’t. All I wanted was for him to care about me the way I cared about him."

"I look in the mirror and I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I’ve become this person who waits around for someone who doesn’t care if I’m there or not. I feel so small, like I’ve disappeared into the shadows of his life, and he doesn’t even notice. I’m losing myself, and I don’t know how to get me back."

"He never even said he loved me. Not once. And I think that’s what hurts the most—that I gave him everything, and he couldn’t even give me those three words."

Those words stayed with him long after he closed the book, hanging in the air like a ghost he couldn’t shake off.

He traced his fingers over the blotchy ink, smudged from what he could only assume was a tear that had fallen while she wrote. It was old now, the paper yellowing around the edges, but the pain still felt fresh. His own tears fell onto the page, mingling with the remnants of hers, creating new blotches, new marks of shared sorrow.

It reminded him of his own heartbreak, the nights he had spent lying awake, wondering what he had done wrong, why he hadn’t been enough. At least he had experienced it, love, even if it had been fleeting and unreciprocated. He had felt it, even when it was small, even when it had hurt. She, on the other hand, seemed like she had never even had the chance. She had never known what it felt like to be truly loved, to be held, to be seen. And that, more than anything, broke his heart.

And sometimes, in those quiet moments when the world felt still and all he had were her words, Jeongin couldn’t help but think:

If I had met her, I would’ve loved her. I would’ve loved her the way she deserved to be loved. I would’ve held her, told her she wasn’t invisible. I would’ve loved her right.

It was a strange thought, irrational even, to love someone he had never met, someone whose face he couldn’t even picture. But it wasn’t about that. It was about the way she made him feel, the way her words spoke to the deepest parts of him. They were both broken in their own ways, both wandering through life with pieces missing. But together, even if only through the fragile connection of ink on paper, they were whole. At least, that’s what he told himself.

In one of her final entries, she had written something that had stayed with him longer than anything else:

“I wonder if anyone would notice if I disappeared. If I just...faded away. Maybe it’s better this way. No one gets hurt when you’re invisible.”

He had gone to the kitchen that night, seeking out the spot she had described. It was cramped, barely enough room to stand, let alone sit and write. He had pushed the table aside, just a little, and squeezed himself into the space. It was uncomfortable, awkward, nothing like the peaceful image her words had painted. Yet, as he stood there, the cool air brushing against his skin, he understood why she had chosen that spot. It was a place where she could be alone, but still feel connected. A place where she could write her pain into the world and, in doing so, release it, even if only for a moment.

He stood there for a long time, just reading her words, feeling the weight of them settle into his bones. And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel so alone.

In that moment, he felt closer to her than ever, connected by this strange, unspoken bond through the pages of her diary.

Months passed, and Jeongin had read the diary so many times, he could recite some of the entries from memory, it was like some kind of faith, like some kind of devotion.

Everytime he reads it, he finds something new.

It was only after the 6th read he was able to figure out that her handwriting was actually bad, she wanted to maintain her diary well.

Only after the third read he found out that she had siblings, and she was the eldest.

Yet, no matter how many times he read it, the ending always left him haunted. The last page she had written on was almost too painful to bear.

“I wonder if anyone would notice if I disappeared. If I just...faded away. Maybe it’s better this way. No one gets hurt when you’re invisible.”

After that, the pages were blank.

She had stopped writing, and no matter how many times Jeongin flipped through the journal, hoping for just one more entry, there was nothing. No final thoughts, no explanation, not even a hint of what might have happened to her. The silence in those empty pages gnawed at him, as if the story had been abruptly cut off, leaving him suspended in a web of unanswered questions. Each time he opened the journal, his fingers traced the edges of the worn paper, yearning for some kind of closure, but it never came.

It had been a long time since Jeongin had written anything of his own. In his younger days, he had filled countless journals with his thoughts, feelings, and the trivial moments of everyday life. But somewhere along the way, as the years passed, life became too overwhelming—too fast, too chaotic, too painful. The words that once flowed easily from his pen had dried up, like a river dammed by the weight of reality. Yet now, as he stared at the blank pages in front of him, something deep inside began to stir. It was a faint, almost forgotten feeling—a quiet urge to express, to release. The silence of her journal, the unanswered questions, seemed to call out to him, beckoning him to fill the empty space with his own words once again.

He grabbed a pen and began to write.

The journal had become a lifeline for Jeongin. Every day, he’d write. Sometimes it was a response to something she had written, just beside or above and near the empty spaces of the page, with a different colored ink—other times, it was just his own thoughts, the things he couldn’t say to anyone else. The pages that had once been hers were slowly becoming his too.

The breakup didn’t hurt as much anymore. The scars were still there, of course, but they had faded. He had begun to move on, even if the world felt a little lonelier without her words to guide him.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about her. About what might have happened to her after she stopped writing. The thought gnawed at him, and after a year had passed, after his graduation and the start of his new job, Jeongin made a decision.

He was going to find her.

Jeongin spent weeks searching for her, digging through old records, asking neighbors and looking for any clue as to what had happened to the woman behind the journal. It was difficult, especially since the diary hadn’t given any specific details about her life—no name, no address, no family.

But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he owed it to her. She had shared so much of herself with him, even though she hadn’t known him. The least he could do was find out who she was.

Eventually, after much frustration and countless dead ends, Jeongin found his answer.

She was dead.

The news hit him like a punch to the gut. He sat in the small, local library where he had been doing his research, staring at the old obituary. There was no photo, just a brief mention of her passing, no cause of death listed. It was as if she had simply vanished from the world, just as she had written about.

Jeongin felt tears burn at the back of his eyes. All this time, he had been reading her words, connecting with her, hoping that maybe she had found peace. But she hadn’t.

She was gone.

The funeral had long passed, but Jeongin found the grave—a small, unmarked stone in a quiet corner of the cemetery. It was so unassuming, almost like no one had cared enough to give her a proper place of rest, as if she were some kind of dead fish, no, a fish would've had a better funeral.

“I would have loved you,” he whispered, kneeling by the gravestone. His fingers traced the cold marble, his heart heavy with all the words he wished he could say to her. “I would have loved you right.”

The wind blew softly, as if the universe itself was listening, but no answer came.

Jeongin stayed there for a long time, just sitting with her, feeling the weight of her absence. When he finally stood, he pulled the journal from his bag, the pages now worn from his constant reading. He had one last thing to ask.

「 ｓｔｒａｙ ｋｉｄｓ ｂｏｙｆｒｉｅｎｄ ａｕ | ａｓ ｓｔｕｄｅｎｔｓ ― ｈｉｇｈ ｓｃｈｏｏｌ ｖｅｒｓ． 」

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[a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this]

as students

how you met

first kiss

first date + photos

after high school

𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏; — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ᴋɪᴅ

grades: A’s

is friends with everyone

loves meeting new people

he’s always seen hugging you

people don’t understand your relationship

𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘; — ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟɪʀᴛ

grades: B’s

is always flirting with you

he’s always talking about you

doesn’t like hearing other people talk about how hot you are

people don’t understand why you’re still together

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏; — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ

grades: C’s

you refused to date him at first

you hate that he used to play with girls’ feelings

you’ve helped each other out with alot of things

people don’t know why you’re dating

𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏; — ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴄᴋ

grades: C’s

captain of the basketball & wrestling team

loves talking about you

is always seen with you are his teammates

people don’t understand why he chose to date you

𝒉𝒂𝒏; — ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ

grades: B’s & C’s

you’re the one who changed his ways

goes to all of your cheer competition

you never thought that you’d be dating him

people never thought that you’d be dating

𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙; — ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴄᴋ

grades: B’s

captain of the baseball team

is always with you or the team

he’s always at your house

people don’t understand your relationship

𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒊𝒏; — ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛ ᴋɪᴅ

grades: A’s

your personalities fit together

he helps you with your homework

you two used to be close friends

people don’t know why you’re together

𝒊.𝒏; — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ᴋɪᴅ

grades: A’s

is friends with everyone

you used to be vest friends

you’re always criticized for being with him

no one likes you two together, only because they want to be his

「 ｓｔｒａｙ ｋｉｄｓ | ａｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｂｏｙｆｒｉｅｎｄ 」

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[a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this]

as your bf/gf

how you met

first kiss

first date

first time

𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

the annoyingly cute couple

he loves messing with you just to get you annoyed

he’ll write songs about you

you’re always in the studio with him helping him write songs

no one knows why you guys are so touchy

𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

the sweet couple

he loves your kisses

he’ll get you small gifts for no reason, but big ones when he’s done something wrong

you guys are always together

everyone loves how sweet you guys are towards each other

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

the opposite couple

you guys are nothing alike, but have alot in common

you’re more hyper than he is and it gets on his nerves

you go to his practices whenever you can

no one knows why you’re even together

𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

the chill couple

you guys are always cuddling on the couch

he makes you sit on his lap if there’s nowhere else to sit

you guys first started dating in high school

everyone has shipped you from the beginning

𝒉𝒂𝒏; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

the caring couple

you met in high school

you confessed to him first

you guys are always giving gifts to each other

everyone loves how you’re always getting each other things

𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

the adorable couple

you guys were shipped together before you even started dating

he confessed to you

you are always at the studio whenever you aren’t busy

everyone loves to see you guys together

𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒊𝒏; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

the meant-to-be couple

you met while out with some friends

your friends made you go talk to him

1 week later you guys were dating

everyone thinks that you’re meant to be together because of how alike you guys are

𝒊.𝒏; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

the bff couple

you guys have been frinds since you guys were in primary school

you started dating in high school

he’s the one that confessed first

no one thinks that you’re a couple 

「 ｓｔｒａｙ ｋｉｄｓ ａｕ | ｗｅｒｗｏｌｆ ｐａｃｋ 」

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𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏;

name: christopher bang

hometown: sydney, australia

birthday (y.m.d): 1997.10.03

age: 24

position: alpha

fur colour: white

eye colour: red

𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘;

name: lee min ho

hometown: gimpo, south korea

birthday (y.m.d): 1998.10.25

age: 23

position: beta

fur colour: blonde

eye colour: blue

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏;

name: seo chang bin

hometown: yongin, south korea

birthday (y.m.d): 1999.08.11

age: 22

position: omega

fur colour: black

eye colour: blue

𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏;

name: hwang hyun jin

hometown: seoul, south korea

birthday (y.m.d): 2000.03.20

age: 21

position: beta

fur colour: brown

eye colour: yellow

𝒉𝒂𝒏;

name: han ji sung

hometown: incheon, south korea

birthday (y.m.d): 2000.09.14

age: 21

position: omega

fur colour: brown

eye colour: blue

𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙;

name: lee felix

hometown: sydney, australia

birthday (y.m.d): 2000.09.15

age: 21

position: omega

fur colour: white

eye colour: blue

𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒊𝒏;

name: kim seung min

hometown: seoul, south korea

birthday (y.m.d): 2000.09.22

age: 21

position: beta

fur colour: brown

eye colour: yellow

𝒊.𝒏;

name: yang jeong in

hometown:

birthday (y.m.d): 2001.02.08

age: 20

position: beta

fur colour: brown

eye colour: yellow

「 ｓｔｒａｙ ｋｉｄｓ ａｕ | ｖａｍｐｉｒｅ ｃｌａｎ 」

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[a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this]

𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏;

name: christopher bang

hometown: sydney, australia

human birthday: october 3, 1997

vampire birthday: january 18, 2017

age when turned: 19

human eye colour: dark brown

vampire eye colour: red

food choice: human blood

powers: speed, strength

abilities: telepathy

how he turned: spelled by a witch

warnings: he can hear and see whatever you’re thinking, so i wouldn’t wanna lie to him.

telepathy: Chan's gift allows him to hear/see the thoughts of other people, whether vampire or humans, except for Seungmjn and, to a lesser extent. The ability seems to behave much like an extra sense and, like the other senses, is likely not under conscious control, though he has learned how to use it. Chan can hear groups at a time, although he has stated that he has learned to drown out extra voices by focusing on one in particular. The closer or more familiar Chan is to a vampire, human, or wolf's mind the better or clearer he can hear them. A stronger bond also allows him to hear them from a greater distance, though no greater than a few miles. Like Alice, Chan's ability seems to work best with other vampires. He can also keep track of people within a few miles telepathically.

𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘;

name: lee minho

hometown: gimpo, south korea

human birthday: october 24, 1998

vampire birthday: march 25, 2018

age when turned: 19

human eye colour: dark brown

vampire eye colour: red

food choice: human blood

powers: fighting and strength, speed

abilities: elemental manipulation

how he turned: bitten by chris

warnings: he has the four elements on his side, so wouldn’t wanna get on his bad side.

elemental manipulation: Minho's ability allows him to physically manipulate the four elements of nature with his will: fire, water, air, and earth. His power is channeled through his mind and hands.

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏;

name: seo changbin

hometown: yongin, south korea

human birthday: august 11, 1999

vampire birthday: january 18, 2017

age when turned: 17

human eye colour: dark brown

vampire eye colour: red

food choice: human blood

powers: fighting and strength, speed

abilities: pain illusion

how he turned: spelled by a witch

warnings: he may be young, but he’s strong, and had some power in him.

pain illusion: Changbin projects the illusion of being in extremely intense physical pain into others minds, thus incapacitating them. The pain that Changbin inflicts is described as being like "burning" inside of the victim. Changbin's power only allows him to affect one victim at a time, his pain comes instantly to incapacitate his target.

𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏;

name: hwang hyunjin

hometown: seoul, south korea

human birthday: march 20, 2000

vampire birthday: march 25, 2018

age when turned: 18

human eye colour: dark brown

vampire eye colour: red

food choice: human blood

powers: beauty, speed, strength

abilities: tracking sense

how he turned: bitten by han

warnings: he may have some beauty, but he’s not what you expect.

tracking sense: Hyunjin can find anyone anywhere in the world once he's been in their presence and "tasted" their mind, but cannot track Seungmin due to his shield.

𝒉𝒂𝒏;

name: han jisung

hometown: incheon, south korea

human birthday: september 14, 2000

vampire birthday: january 18, 2017

age when turned: 16

human eye colour: dark brown

vampire eye colour: red

food choice: human blood

powers: speed, strength

abilities: psychic electrokinesis

how he turned: spelled by a witch

warnings: don’t let him touch you when he’s mad.

psychic electrokinesis: Han can cover his body with an electrical current. Upon physical contact while his gift is in use, depending on the power he puts into it, the person can feel as little as static shock or great enough to cause their knees to buckle and have them on their backs. Because this talent doesn't effect Seungmin, the current most likely sends a signal to the brain which would be a similar effect to Changbin's gift.

𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙;

name: felix lee

hometown: sydney, australia

human birthday: september 15, 2000

vampire birthday: march 25, 2018

age when turned: 17

human eye colour: dark brown

vampire eye colour: red

food choice: human blood

powers: speed, strength

abilities: subjective precognition

how he turned: bitten by changbin

warnings: he knows where you are going before you’ve even chosen it.

subjective precognition: Felix can see into the future. It is unclear whether the ability is sensorial, acting along the lines of hearing or sight, or he has conscious control over it. He can focus in on certain people or search for certain events. His visions aren't perfect, as the final decisions regarding the future must already be made. This makes predictable things like the weather easy for him to read. He also can't see anything involved with the werewolves/shape-shifters or vampire hybrids.

𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒊𝒏;

name: kim seungmin

hometown: seoul, south korea

human birthday: september 22, 2000

vampire birthday: march 25, 2018

age when turned: 17

human eye colour: dark brown

vampire eye colour: gold

food choice: animal blood

powers: speed, strength, compassion

abilities: mental shield

how he turned: bitten by han

warnings: you can’t hurt anyone in his coven.

mental shield: Seungmin's gift is a mental shield. Seungmin's shield is so strong that it's been working without him knowing, most likely, since birth. It protects him from "gifts" that affect the mind. Chan cannot read her mind, Changbin can't cause his pain and Han can't shock him. Through practice, Seungmin learned he could expand his shield in order to protect others when he became a vampire, causing them to become immune to mental gifts. Although at first it was quite hard for him to maintain her coverage of others, he was soon able to cover a great distance and a large number of people with ease. Seungmin can expand, retract, shape and mold his gift at will; virtually blanketing herself and those he's protecting. Although much more straining to him, Seungmin can also lift his shield off of his mind altogether. This allowed Chan to read her mind for the first time, thus bringing them even closer. Him learning to manipulate his gift indicates it is under his conscious control.

𝒊.𝒏;

name: yang jeongin

hometown: busan, south korea

human birthday: february 8, 2001

vampire birthday: march 25, 2018

age when turned: 17

human eye colour: dark brown

vampire eye colour: gold

food choice: animal blood

powers: speed, strength, compassion

abilities: pathokensis

how he turned: bitten by changbin

warnings: he may be the youngest, but he’s got some fight in him.

pathokensis: Jeongin can feel the emotions of those around him as well as manipulate them according to his content. Jeongin's gift is no illusion, Seungmin's shield would not protect against it. He likely consciously controls the manipulative aspect of the ability, but it is unclear whether he can do so also with the sensorial aspect of it.

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐮.

「...mafia mob」

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ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴏᴘʜᴇʀ ʙᴀɴɢ – ʙᴀɴɢ ᴄʜᴀɴ;

name: christopher bang

hometown: sydney, australia

birthday (y.m.d): 1997.10.03

age: 24

role: boss, assassin

code name: cb97

code number: 100397

boss: the person who leads or commands a group, organization, or country.  

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons. 

criminal history;

gang activity

gang violence

grand theft

attempted murder

accessory to murder

attempted torture

accessory to torture

hacking (government)

accessory to hacking (government)

attempted arson

accessory to arson

blackmail

ʟᴇᴇ ᴍɪɴʜᴏ – ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ;

name: lee min ho

hometown: gimpo, south korea

birthday (y.m.d): 1998.10.25

age: 23

role: spy, hitman

code name: leeknow

code number: 102598

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

hitman: a person who is paid to kill someone, especially for a criminal or political organization.

criminal history;

gang activity

gang violence

1st 2nd & 3rd-degree murder

arson

torture

attempted murder

grand theft auto

left crime scene

trespassing

accessory to hacking (government)

accessory to grand theft

ꜱᴇᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ

name: seo chang bin

hometown: yongin, south korea

birthday (y.m.d): 1999.08.11

age: 22

role: sniper, arsonist

code name: spearb

code number: 081199

sniper: a person who shoots from a hiding place, especially accurately and at long range.

arsonist: the criminal act of deliberately setting fire to property. 

criminal history;

gang activity

gang violence

1st 2nd & 3rd-degree murder

arson

torture

attempted murder (government officials)

grand theft auto

left crime scene

trespassing

accessory to hacking (government)

accessory to grand theft

ʜᴡᴀɴɢ ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ;

name: hwang hyun jin

hometown: seoul, south korea

birthday (y.m.d): 2000.03.20

age: 21

role: spy, seducer, hitman

code name: hyunjin

code number: 032000

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

seducer: a person who entices someone into sexual activity. 

hitman: a person who is paid to kill someone, especially for a criminal or political organization.

criminal history;

gang activity

gang violence

1st & 2nd-degree murder

attempted murder

trespassing

grand theft

accessory to murder

accessory to grand theft

ʜᴀɴ ᴊɪꜱᴜɴɢ – ʜᴀɴ;

name: han ji sung

hometown: incheon, south korea

birthday (y.m.d): 2000.09.14

age: 21

role: assassin, dealer

code name: j.one

code number: 091400

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

dealer: a person or business that buys and sells goods.

criminal history;

1st 2nd & 3rd-degree murders

manslaughter

torture

in illegal underground fighting

assault & battery

drug traficing

gang violence

gang activities

pyromania scenes

left crime scene

ʟᴇᴇ ʏᴏɴɢʙᴏᴋ – ꜰᴇʟɪx;

name: lee felix

hometown: sydney, australia

birthday (y.m.d): 2000.09.15

age: 21

role: assassin, lure

code name: yongbok

code number: 091500

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

lure: tempt to do something or to go somewhere, especially by offering some form of reward.

criminal history;

gang activities

gang violence

blackmail

grand theft

arson

assault & battery

attempted murder

attempted grand theft

attempted assault

attempted assault & battery

attempted arson

accessory to murder

accessory to grand theft

left the crime scene

ᴋɪᴍ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ;

name: kim seung min

hometown: seoul, south korea

birthday (y.m.d): 2000.09.22

age: 21

role: spy, hitman

code name: seungmin

code number: 092200

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

hitman: a person who is paid to kill someone, especially for a criminal or political organization.

criminal history;

gang activity

gang violence

1st & 2nd-degree murder

attempted murder

attempted assault

torture

left crime scene

trespassing

accessory to murder

accessory to theft

ʏᴀɴɢ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ –ɪ.ɴ;

name: yang jeong in

hometown: busan, south korea

birthday (y.m.d): 2001.02.08

age: 20

role: hooligan, distraction

code name: i.n.

code number: 020801

hooligan: a violent young trouble maker, typically one of a gang.

distraction: something/someone that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else.

criminal history;

gang activity

gang violence

accessory to murder

accessory to assault

accessory to grand theft

grand theft 

left crime scene

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

「...how many kids they’ll have」

how many kids they’ll have

as dads/moms

finding out

telling your guys’ parents

telling the members

gender reveal

cravings

going in labor

holding the baby

baby’s first word

teaching them to walk

a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this! | all gifs are from pintrest

*•.¸♡ navigation. ♡¸.•*

*•.¸♡ series. ♡¸.•*

‣ summary... how many kids they’ll have & their birthdays

↺ genre... fluff, dad au

♪ listen to... maniac by stray kids

ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴏᴘʜᴇʀ ʙᴀɴɢ – ʙᴀɴɢ ᴄʜᴀɴ;

bang eunji – ember »april 10«

bang daehyun – daniel »october 7«

ʟᴇᴇ ᴍɪɴʜᴏ – ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ;

lee donggeun »september 22«

lee hyunjung »august 30«

ꜱᴇᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ;

seo jeongho »march 14«

seo hyunjoo »june 4«

seo juwon »july 19«

ʜᴡᴀɴɢ ʜʏᴜɴᴊᴜɴ;

hwang yejun »may 21«

hwang soobin »november 17«

hwang taeyeon & hwang nayeon »december 25« (identical twins)

ʜᴀɴ ᴊɪꜱᴜɴɢ;

han ilseong »december 2«

han junghwa »july 14«

han mari »january 4«

ʟᴇᴇ ʏᴏɴɢʙᴏᴋ – ꜰᴇʟɪx;

lee mireu – maekaila (mae-kai-lah) »may 16«

lee kyungmin & lee kkotbi – kameron & katerina »may 1« (fraternal twins)

ᴋɪᴍ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ;

kim minji »june 1«

kim namoo »march 1«

ʏᴀɴɢ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ – ɪ.ɴ;

yang sunyoung »feburary 14«

yang junghee »november 20«

yang haru »october 6«

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

「...gender reveal」

how many kids they’ll have

as dads/moms

finding out

telling your guys’ parents

telling the members

gender reveal

cravings

going in labor

holding the baby

baby’s first word

teaching them to walk

—  a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this! | all gifs are from pinterest

*•.¸♡ navigation. ♡¸.•*

*•.¸♡ series. ♡¸.•*

‣ summary... the reveal of your baby’s gender

↺ genre... fluff, dad series, non idol au

♪ listen to... lonely st. by stray kids

⤿ 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴 – 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻; ♡ 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛/𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚒 ♡

you thought: boy

he thought: boy

You both thought you were having a boy, you wanted a boy because you were told all of your life that they were easier to take raise, and Chan also wanted a boy so he could play sports with his son, but it turned out to be a girl and you guys were still happy about it.

⤿ 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗼 – 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄; ♡ 𝚑𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐 ♡

you thought: girl

he thought: boy

You wanted a girl because you already have a boy and he’s now two years old, so for you second child you wanted a girl and Minho wanted another boy, he wanted to have all boys he loved his first son with all of his heart, he was so well behaved and hoped another boy would be the same way, and you guys did end up having another boy.

⤿ 𝘀𝗲𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗯𝗶𝗻; ♡ 𝚓𝚞𝚠𝚘𝚗 ♡

you thought: girl

he thought: boy

You really wanted another girl because you loved buying all of the little outfits and loved how cute they were and Changbin wanted another boy he wanted yo have another ‘man’ in the house, but you guys ended up having another girl and you were both thrilled.

⤿ 𝗵𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻; ♡ 𝚝𝚊𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚗 & 𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚗 ♡

you thought: a girl & a boy

he thought: two boys

You guys already knew you were having twins, so you really wanted a girl and a boy, because you already had names picked out for them, Nayeon & Taeyong and Hyunjin wanted twin boys even though you already had two other boys, he loved his boys and wanted more, but you ended up have twin girls.

⤿ 𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗷𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴 – 𝗵𝗮𝗻; ♡𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊 ♡

you thought: girl

he thought: girl

You both were wishing you’d be having a girl, you already had a son who just turned three years old and now you’re pregnant again, he wanted a girl because he’s always wanted a daughter, and you both got your wish because you ended up having a baby girl.

⤿ 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗯𝗼𝗸 – 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘅; ♡ 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚞/𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊 ♡

you thought: boy

he thought: girl

You only wanted one kid and always wanted a boy, you have all sister who are drama filled and you hated all the drama they’ve put you in, so you wanted a son and Felix wanted a girl he loved the who idea of having a daughter, and you guys ended up having a daughter.

⤿ 𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗺𝗶𝗻; ♡ 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚒 ♡

you thought: boy

he thought: girl

You thought that for sure you were gonna have a boy because all of the first born children in your family were all boys, but Seungmin was dead set on you breaking the cycle of having a first born girl and you ended up breaking it because you were having a girl.

⤿ 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗯𝗶𝗻 – 𝗶.𝗻; ♡ 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚎 ♡

you thought: girl

he thought: boy

You knew that it was gonna be a girl without even knowing about the resluts because all of your cousins were girls and you had all sisters except for one older brother, and Jeongin was wanted a boy because he wanted a son to teach how to play sports and be able to teach him things, but you guys ended up having another girl.

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Bang Chan - My Precious

Word count: 572 

Genre: Fluff, idrk but it’s really heart-felt(?) at the end

Note: This was requested by @chan-s-laptop. I hope that you like it and sorry again for taking so long to write this. But we are here and it is finished, so I hope that it is to your liking.💐💕

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currently feeling v soft and wondering what your thoughts about jeongin and y/n being laid in bed together with soft music playing as they share little kisses together 🥺

btw i love your writing so much! thankyou for writing, i hope you have a great rest of your day <3

a/n: oh my goodness, I was totally having an off day today but this whole scene and message made me feel better and thank you for enjoying my work!🥺❤ this so soft and loving, I want to have that one day. I added 2 of my all time favorite songs that they sing to each other.

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the sun was gone and the moon shone bright through the shades of the window. a calm, quiet cool night. with people starting a night of fun on the town, others staying to watch a movie, others already sleep. the day had come and gone like any other day. a normal regular day like always.

my day ended with jeonginn stopping by to spend his evening with me. every friday or so(when he wasn't busy) for the past year, one of us would come over and just spend time together. alone with no one to bother us.

every time, it was different but always ended the same way. with cuddles on the bed. just a soft memorable thing each time. when it first started, it was us watching youtube in silence. enjoying each other's company. to drawing shapes or words on the other's body and have them guess what it is. sometimes it just quiet, with jeongin's soft snores because he fell asleep. most times it's like how it is right.

I smiled as I heard jeongin hum along to the song that was currently playing low in the room. a song from a playlist we created together for cuddly times like this. dim lights, soft tunes playing in the background just enough to where we can hear it, and just us two under a blanket. jeongin in the center of the bed on his back with his arm wrapped around me, squeezing me every now and then. 

I laid into his chest drawing little patterns or playing with his fingers on his hand that laid on his stomach. one of my legs across his body. I felt jeongin move his hand into my hair and start massaging my scalp. I sighed as I melted into his touch. I tilted my head up and left a kiss on his jaw, making him smile brightly. he pulled me up some, making us meet face to face. 

he kissed my forehead, eyes, nose, and down to my lips. I giggled into my simple kiss, taking him all in. it was a loving and long kiss. one that could make you smile for the rest of your days. like savoring your favorite drink on a warm sunny day or eating your favorite candy.

no words had to be said by either of us, just through the simple actions we were doing right then and there. times like this don't happen often, but when they do. it feels like the clock stops ticking and nothing else in the world matters.

jeongin placed his forehead to mine as the song faded away to play the next one. I heard the strum of the guitar enter the room, making me close my eyes. you and me by lifehouse. a song that summed up the whole mood of our time together right now.

jeongin started singing along to the chours as he locked our fingers together. my heart swelled with even more love and awe as I watched him bring our joined hands up to his lips, placing a light kiss on the back of my hand.

I leaned up to kiss him once more, before placing my head back on his chest- leaving a kiss there as well. as the second chours came in, I joined in with jeongin, only humming. I felt him move his arm so he could stroke my back.

all the love and care inside the room, you could possibly feel it out into the hall. there is so much of it, I never want to let go or have this day end. puppy dog love is what some of the members call it to tease us. hey, if it always leads to this, call it whatever you like. I wouldn't change a single thing about us. 

jeongin put both his arms around me as I nuzzled into his neck. he let out a heavy quiet laugh that you could feel vibrate in his chest. I wish every night to be like this all the time, but for now friday's works for me. the song was coming to an end as jeongin came to sang aloud once more.

"what day is it?

and in what month?

this clock never seemed so alive."

an ad started to play, making jeongin and I groan. we soon got over it as he placed a kiss on the top of my head and hummed out of contentment.

"I want every day to be like this." I said quietly, looking up at him. I mirrored the smile he gave me as jeongin heard me. "me too." he said. "maybe we can add a second day." I suggested. "hum, and what day would that be baby?" he asked, pushing the hair the fell in my face. "saturday." I said, with a big smile. 

jeongin laughed with his head tilted back. "so you mean tomorrow?" he asked with his infamous eye-y smile. with a nodded, "yep." I said, elongating the 'e' sound before popping the 'p' at the end. he shook his head and placed his lips back onto mine once again. "god, I love you much." he said into the kiss. I smiled as we pulled away. with the most love I have ever felt, I looked him in the eyes. "and I love you so much as well." I said.

the next song started to play finally, making us both go silent again. this time being wanted by hunter hayes. I started to sing along this time while looking at jeongin. jeongin just admired me with all the love in the world from what I could tell.

"cause I wanna wrap you up…" I tightened my grip around him.

"wanna kiss your lips…" placing a quick kiss to his lips. 

"I wanna make you feel wanted and I wanna call you mine…" I cupped his cheek with a laugh, which made him blush. 

"wanna hold your hand forever…" interlocking our fingers again.

"never let you forget it, yeah I wanna make you feel wanted" I ended with blush on my cheeks as well.

I hid my head in his neck as he laughed at me. "you're so cute." he said, hugging me. "does that mean we can spend saturday nights together now?" I asked in a muffled voice. "maybe." jeongin laughed out before placing a final kiss to my head.

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Prescriptions of Passion

On a crisp autumn morning, I started down Fifth Street from my apartment towards Cozy Corner Cafe. At a cafe that brought comfort to the start of what could only be an already-predicted crazy week. Everyone else was sporting their cozy attire, and here I was in my scrubs and clogs, with the only "autumnal" thing I had on being my cardigan. I opened the door to the cafe, making my way to the cashier to order my oatmeal milk latte and muffin. I sat down and pulled out my book, deciding I'd try and get a few chapters in before work. The bell sounded for the front door of the cafe to be opened. I didn't even glance up. Then, after about three minutes, a man sat down in front of me. I continued to read, not wanting to give this man the time of day. When he spoke, "You know I've been here several times, and I've never seen you before," How original I thought. I finally looked up to tell this man I wasn't interested, but I was immediately baffled by his beauty. His long blonde hair hit above his shoulders. His lovely-looking lips, I so yearned to kiss them... I shook my head, realizing I had been staring and blushing up my neck. He chuckled a bit at my flustered state. "I come in when I can before work." I state not being able to look at him. "What do you do?" He asked. "I'm a physician at the hospital here in the city." He was a bit stunned, but he saw my scrubs and nodded his head. "Do you enjoy what you do?" There was genuine curiosity in his voice. "I do. I like being able to help people and give them what they need. It feels good to know I did something for them, I guess." He smiles at me, listening as I answer him. "Well, since you got to ask, I got to ask too. What do you do?" He only smiled, knowing he was getting me more engaged in the conversation. "I'm a model for certain brands." Of course he is; why would he do anything else? I couldn't see him having a basic desk job somewhere. He chuckled at my silence. "What's wrong with being a model?" "Nothing fits the career well. It would have been odd if you had said you're the CEO of some company." He continued to smile at me, feeling the pressure of what to say next to me. I looked away. "Look, I think you're very beautiful, and I came over here to maybe ask you to dinner sometime." I almost chocked on my latte. "Me?!" I was both confused and stunned. No one besides my mom has ever told me I was beautiful, at least not to my face. This just made him smile more. "Yes you. I'd like to take you out if you're okay with that." I had never been on a date before. Too much of my time is taken up with work and school. I never had the time, let alone the opportunity. And yet here this model was asking me out. Me, your basic quite nerd. Not knowing how to answer, all I could muster was "Uuuummmmm." "What are you doing this weekend?" He decided to ask. Nothing. I had absolutely nothing. "I work until five." I quickly answered. "I can come pick you up at seven." He asks. "That should be fine." I blush. "Great, I'll pick you up at seven, miss." Oh my gosh, I agreed to go out with him before introducing ourselves! Who am I?! "My name is Y/N." He smiled, bringing my hand to his soft, plush lips and gently pressing a kiss on them. I could have died right then with how beet red I probably looked. "My name is Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin." I couldn't believe my day was starting off like this.

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Innie is already one of my biases and Minho be bias wrecking hard these days 😂

just your average minjeong interaction