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mikobeautifulheart · 2 months

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hey sweetie!! its meee again!! (the one who requested the drunk megumi fic lmaoo)

ummm can you do megumi again??

so basically after a super tiring day, the reader and Megumi decided to chill in megumi's room. they get cozy and then they get intimate…. (no smut please!, JUST A STEAMY HOT MAKE OUT SESSION like before (with tongue [this is embarrassing now…]) AARRGHH!!.. and can you like, drag the make out session?? i mean, make it longer.) ummmmm then, gojo happens to pass by his room. he hears noises 👀👀(of smooches ofc)… he dramatically sighs like a proud dad considering how much megumi has grown and changed over time. (since he raised him). he then teleports into his room and takes a photo of them without them knowing(??) (idk the photo part, write whatever feels good!) he then teases megumi about it!!

and ofc do it only if it feels comfy for you!!

thanks a lot in advance!!!!!!!! <3333333333

Tehehe I almost jumped when I saw ur request anon, ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIVE.

Megumi and you getting caught up in the moment.

(And on Gojos phone)

TW: THERE WILL BE A MAKEOUT SESSION BUT NOT SMUT. and probably second hand embarrassment.

Maybe 800-900 wordsssish

UNNNNNNNEDDDITEDDD

You went over to Megumis dorm after training to study for your up coming tests. Why do you even have tests anyway your a sorcerer. Whatever any excuse is good enough of you get to hang with Megumi. You guys did actually study for a bit until the sun went down. That's when Megumi started to wrap things up. Even though it had been a few hours you were still hot and bothered from training, and Megumi knew that.

"My shower room is next to my bed room if you want to clean up." He said as he got up to put his study matierials back on his shelf. The best thing out having a small amount of students at Jujutsu High is how good the dorms get.

"If you don't mind."You said going to walk to the room. You paused

"Uh maybe not I didn't bring any clothes and my dorm is across campus..." You mumbled

"You can borrow some of mine" Megumi said hearing everything.

"Oh thanks" you said. Just thinking about being in his clothes makes you heat up.

You opened the bathroom door, spotless, as expected of Megumi. You suddenly felt him behind you making you turn around only to look right up at him.

"Sorry...but here the clothes" he said handing you a shirt and pants.

"Towels are in the corner over there" he mumbled before walking away.

"Thank you" you said going into the room and closing the door behind you.

What was he doing? He knew he wasn't supposed to have anyone in his dorm after 9:00 pm, let alone you. If he gets caught he would be doomed. He flung himself onto his bed, face in pillow and sighing loudly. The tips of his ears were red. He knows he's breaking the rules but...you...you were in his bathroom right now and you'll step out wearing HIS clothes. The image in his mind makes him groan. What was he going to do? You definitely weren't going back to your dorm, not that he wanted you to. And even if you tried to then you would get caught and he would just feel guilty.

Megumi would be lying if he said he never wanted this. He just hoped you did to. Just as he almost suffocated himself in his pillow he heard the bathroom door open. Footsteps filled his mind as you finally came into his view. He sat up and looked at you speechless. The way his clothes nearly slowed you whole made his heart explode. You rubbed the towel against your hair trying to get it as dry as possible before you set the towel aside and joined him on his bed.

There was an akward silence as it was taking everything in Megumi to keep his composure.

"Have you ever had a crush on anyone before Megumi" you asked out of the blue.

It obviously caught him off guard as he moved over to the other side of his bed to give you more space.

"Well...yeah I guess." He said rubbing the back of his neck starting straight at the wall infront of him. He could feel your eyes on him.

"What dose it feel like? Because I think I like someone right now." You said cheek flushed pink. You were nervous. You've been crushing on megimi for a while now but you didn't know how to take it out of the 'friend zone' so you figured that you should just go for it.

"Well it's like your having a heart attack." He starts.

"Then it makes you feel like you want to gently play with their hair" He says reaching out and taking a strand of your hair in-between his fingers.

"And then it makes you feel all hot and embarrassed but it dosent really matter when their so pretty."

You blush harded meeting Megumis gaze and refusing to look away.

"But when you reay like someone, it's love. And love makes you want to do this." He said hand letting go of your hair only to go behind your head and pull you into his lips.

You kiss. You kissed?

He pulled away for a moment letting out a hot breath.

"And it makes you tell them how much you need them and how you would die with out them."

He gose back into the kiss, but this time he slowly put his other arm around your back and lowered you gently onto the bed as the kiss deepened.

You part for a second and said

"Megumi I've never done this before, but I think I like it and I like you"

"I think I like you to" he said

He kissed you again but on your neck, making you groan.

Meanwhile when you guys were at the hight of your night a white haired menace walked by. He has 6 eyes there's nothing you can keep from him, that's why he was disappointed in Megumi because he thought he would have known that by now.

He decided to give Megumi a pass thinking it was iust Him and Yuji haning out until he heard a higher pitched groan. He opened the door slightly and looked into the room to see MEGUMI??? ON TOP OF Y/N???? A thousand thoughts went through his mind. Is he a womaniser? Is that the only thing Megumi learned while he was raised by Gojo? But he's only a kid! So are you...But your not kids anymore...but THATS HIS SON! And he was proud? A grin spread across his face as he closed the door and teleported beside Megumis book shelf, that was facing away from you guys.

"Y/N... I...I need you" Megumi said

"Megumi-" you said, your lips parting perfectly, almost irresistibly. So he went in again, this time he slipped his toung in making you gasp.

Gojo was mortified on one hand, he raised his son well, on the other hand he didn't know if Megumi should even be doing this... Eventually he settled on the 'do now consequence later' method. Before he left he snapped a picture and quickly teleported away.

"Hm. What's wrong Megumi?" You asked as he pulled away and looked around his room.

"It was nothing, I just thought I heard something" He said before going back down.

AUTHOURS NOTE: Thank youieee for the request my most loyal anon and I hope this time I did better (Romance wise) i mean be honest with me, I want to write what you people actually want so your going to have to be honest. Anyways im going to sleep now Gn. and thanks for reading.

You guys were heating up so much that the window started to gain condensation. Megumi deepened the kiss even more taking your breath away. You to were impossibly close together but craved to be closer. You put your arms up and wrapped them around Megumis neck making him go deeper into the kiss again.

One of your hands couldn't help but wander into his hair, playing with it while being high off love. He trailed kisses down your neck leaving a hicky here and there, tounge swiping over each one giving you chills.

"Megumiii~ " you groaned voice sounding like heaven to him.

"Mmm" He said in-between his bites

"What if someone sees them?" You say.

Honestly he could careless about who ever saw them, right now he only wanted you.

"Let them." He said before lifting is face above yours.

" I don't care who sees. Do you?" He asked

You shook your head as a 'not before he smirked and crashed into your lips again.

The next day after traning Gojo took Mefumi aside to talk.

"Look son-im so proud of you, you've grown so much from the mini Megumi I knew" Gojo said pretending to wipe a fake tear from his eye

"Son?"

"Yeah, well word of advice form an expert, I get you'll die without her but you gotta be quieter and don't have your make out sessions when IM on night watch at YOUR dorms okay?"

"What the hell are you talking abou-"

Gojo pulls up the picture of Megumis face hovering above yours.

"YOU CREEP WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN MY DORM" He yelled trying to take the phone off Gojo.

"MORE LIKE WHAT WAS SHE DOING IN YOUR DORM!"

"DELET THAT!" Megumi yelled

"No, It's going in your photo album" Gojo said turning on his infinity so Megumi was no match.

"And maybe for her birthday you should get her a scarf to cover those 'bed bug bites'"

"SHUT UP YOU PERVET, IM CALLING C.P.C ON YOU!"

Across the field you saw Megumi yelling at Gojo, throwing things at his infinity when Yuji suddenly snapped you out of your distraction.

"Hey Y/N maybe you should get a new Marree, those bed bug bites on your neck look really bad." He said out of genuine concern.

"Uh YEAH ILL DO THAT" you squeaked turning read and pulling your collar up to hide the red marks on your neck.

"You and Fushiguro sure got the bed bugs bad" Nobora smirked looking at you knowing that no way in hell was that a bed bugs work.

THANKS FOR READING ♡

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zilabee · 1 year

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Was that old toast that you had, or..? Oh they're bringing some more. With a bit of marmalade, Kev?

- Ringo putting up his picture <33

Glyn: You even got the end right. Paul: We improve with time.

<3333333333 I love the way they are with Glyn, now, really settled into him. I hope he knows that their calling him Glynis is the height of love from a Beatle. He's settled into them too. I love when he tells John to turn his bass down and John complains that "it's not as good as when it was bassy" and he's just like 'okay, be bassy'. (One of the main things I learned from Get Back is that nobody ever turns their bass down.)

- Genuinely impressive that we're so far into this thing and Yoko is still finding things to do, bringing bits with her, answering letters, filling her time, reading lyrics from her boyfriend's band. No wonder she has to scream on occasion.

- I'm so relieved they like their studio and think it's going to be lovely. (I wish we were in a universe where we could watch all this, knowing it was the founding of a lovely little base that they'd work from for years to come, like an inside look at the place the next six or seven big Beatles albums would be birthed.)

Enter Billy Preston. All four Beatles gather round him, evidently thrilled by his arrival.

The book here making them sound like rats in an experiment who have just been given a new enrichment. Accurate enough.

- Billy's little laugh when John says, 'if you want to do it you'd be welcome'! oh! what a ridiculous moment of your life though. And then John telling him he'd be on the album, and he's just beyond. It's lovely having that on camera.

- Paul's face when Billy starts playing! The best thing about Billy is how Paul feels him.

Ooh, sarnies. That's good news.

- I love that their mics don't ever really work and their setup is so random.

- I love John asking for a big drum sound to give him the courage to come screaming in. (Like I love Paul when he talks about having to build himself up to screaming numbers and worrying that it might not come before live performances.)

John: It'll be fantastic with this whole build up with bits of paper, and Twickenham, and all that scene, and, you know... it's like getting Wordsworth or something, from the start. Instead of having to get an actor to go through the bits, and re-enact his life... It'll be marvellous. And it'll be a movie, you know, not a TV show. It'll be the third Beatles movie.

They all seem to take turns understanding the project and realising how wonderful it might be... and then the next day they forget again and act like it's just a stupid idea of Paul's that is too much effort.

- I know that George says that having Billy there changed the mood so much because it made everyone less bitchy, and more polite, which yeah, to a degree. But that's only a small part of it. They've been surrounded by strangers for weeks and didn't mind being petty. It's the music that lifts them. George in particular has been so worried about the whole thing and how awful it's going to sound and how they can't do it... But when Billy plays it makes everything sound whole, and you can see them relax into it. George literally says to Paul that it's great because Billy can do some of the fills so he doesn't feel like he needs to fill in all the spaces, and John says he doesn't have to worry about the rhythm as much either.

- Billy also arrives when there's already a massive shift in mood happening, because they're in a nicer place, and they're doing nicer things. They've moved from rehearsing and trying to plan a show they don't agree about, to recording! and people telling them how good it sounds! and getting things together! And mostly it's better because now they get to talk to Glyn and Lovely George Martin instead of bloody MLH. That's one of the biggest reasons they're all feeling happier. It's not just the move to Apple, or Billy's arrival. It's a whole confluence of better things.

- And yet it's all meaningless because no matter how brilliant and good they are, they're going to fuck it all up and decide it was terrible and ignore the LP and cry at the film and ruin their lives and meet with Klein on Monday. Oh well.

#get back #get back january #get back words

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youraverageaemondsimp · 6 months

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part 2. ;)

pls bear in mind that i have not watched world on fire in full so, sorry if he is ooc. i just watched ewan mitchell's parts for this fic. ;)

"well, that was easy," said tom, as he took off his sweater. he then grabbed the shirt his sister brought him and buttoned it up.

"yeah but you have to pass that maths class that the UK police made you promise," said his sister louise indignantly. goodness gracious. it was such a pain in the arse to keep her brother out of trouble. it also didn't help that tom has never been that great in school! she could remember the days when the school teachers would call their father to pick up her brother for not doing his homework assignments! so, how on earth was he going to pass this?!

"well then, who's going to be my maths teacher?" he asked curiously.

"OH FUCK ME!" screamed the reader.

"well, if you insist, love," said tom cheekily.

she swore to all the chinese gods, bodhisattvas and buddha up and and down and left and right that they absolutely hated her! she just left a tribulation of having to hear her asian mother scream at her to leave her job at the pub and now they're putting another one before she fully recovered from it?! by the chinese gods! just exactly how much they hated her?!

"WHY DO I NEED TO TEACH HIM?!" screamed reader to the UK police officers.

louise shifted uncomfortably while douglas tried his best to maintain his composure.

"question, do I go to jail if i say no?" said the reader.

"uhhhhhh, no," replied one of the officers, fidgeting on his feet.

"then no," said reader, turning around to the pub again.

"if you say yes," said another officer.

reader then turned around.

"yes?" she replied tentatively.

"we'll pay you double the amount of the salary in your pub," said the UK officer before adding, "so that you can reduce your time in here".

reader blinked. she clicked her tongue several times.

"of course you had to bring out the asian one!" she sniped sarcastically.

the officer pressed his lips, as if to convey his understanding on what the reader was going through.

tom attempted to stifle a giggle but failed. reader then gave him a sharp gaze but it only made him stifle harder. oh god. she's going to be so much fun.

there was a few moments of silence.

"Friday morning. 9 a.m. at the library. sharp. and don't be late! i have shit to do!"

LMFAOOOOO THE READER BEING HIS MATH TEACHER HAHAHAH HELP ME

i hope she pulls the typical asian parent on him and makes him cry for getting 2+2 wrong, JK HHSS

i love this duo already so much what the hell i want more <3333333333

#asks

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aceofspadegrass · 3 years

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Soft niragi hours drunk texting gf.

GO!

(please, and thank you)

Characters: Niragi Suguru, his girlfriend

Genre: Fluff. Niragi's drunk off his ham.

1.2k words

It’s going to be in the POV of the girlfriend, which is a first for me, since I usually drift towards using the actual characters more. Still don't have a name for her, so it's just... never mentioned once.

Also, we’re going off the basis that phones do work in the Borderlands, but the only numbers that work are within the Beach members because somehow they’re just like that sometimes.

Be notified that there is the barest mention of just sex but it's so briefly glossed over that it's unimportant. Also, mentions of being drunk. Obviously.

Also I am gonna base drunk texting on A) how I imagine soft Niragi would text like, and B) Drunk texts I am reading online. Hope you don’t mind.

Oh, and I was this close to making Niragi’s nickname on the texting section Calf. You know, because baby giraffe.

The phone sits peacefully on the benchtop as she stirs together leftovers in the pan, wondering where her boyfriend has been. It’s been a while since he left to hang out with the other militants down at the bar, and she came down to the kitchen to make herself dinner. It sucked that she couldn’t have dinner with her beloved, but sometimes things kept them apart and they had to do things on their own. Still, she couldn’t wait to give him all the cuddles when he got back to their room, as well as give him smooches before bedtime.

She pauses her stirring for a second as she hears her phone cheerfully chime with a notification, pulling the pan off the heat as she checks.

Nini: honyyyyyyyyyyyy hiiiiiiiiiiiii mis yiu ;(

She giggles, her lips curling in amusement at the obvious state her boyfriend was in.

Kitten: hi niragi you good?

Nini: i miss youuuuuu

Nini: wannna

Nini: wanna hug you and kisss youu

Nini: wAnt to touch

Kitten: awwwww you miss me that badly? i love you too

Nini: ❤️❤️❤️

Kitten: ❤️❤️❤️ you too!!!

Nini: nuh uh love you more ❤️

Nini: love you soooooo muuuhchh wanan

Nini: can we buy a babyy

That earns a loud snort from her. That was quite a conversation switch. She was lucky nobody was in the kitchen with her. She glances at her leftovers, and slides them back onto the heat to finish cooking. She could watch both. Maybe.

Ah, she was probably gonna burn them. She could still try to multitask.

Kitten: what do we need a baby for?

Nini: so i can hold

Nini: both

Nini: babaabbabya

Nini: i wanna name it belc

Kitten: belc?

Nini: heah

Nini: best bame for best baby

Kitten: haha okay

Kitten: i would love to raise a family with you

Kitten: be the most kickass family of all!!!!!

Nini: yeahhhhhh

Nini: gonna be so strong!!!!!!!

Nini: hey hey hey hey

Kitten: yes?

Nini: imma win this bet watch me

Kitten: okay! you can do it niragi!

There was nothing, leaving her to be able to focus on her food, which somehow hasn’t burnt, and she plates it and heads outside to the tables to eat. Her phone pings with a new text as she sits down and begins to eat.

Nini: i wondid you se did youseee

Kitten: of course! you did it!

Nini: yeha!!!!!!!

Nini: im the greatest person

Kitten: yes you are

Kitten: do you want me to come grab you later so we can cuddle?

Nini: you read my mindd!

Nini: of course i do kitten please i want your cuddledse

Kitten: just let me eat first okay?

Nini: okay take care love you!!!

Kitten: <3

Nini: <333

Kitten: <3333333333

She smiles as she sends that last heart to Niragi, and goes back to eating her food, hurrying just a little more. She couldn’t wait to be with Niragi, even if he was drunk off his mind. Maybe she could get him some water to ease him, and then head down to the infirmary to grab him some hangover pills. She would hate it if he woke up with a headache, it sounded terrible.

She doesn’t even clean up as she shovels the last bit of food into her mouth, getting up and speed walking towards the bar, pulling out her trusted kitty headband from a special pouch she kept on her and putting it on her head to make her search decades easier. It was full of people partying and drinking their cares away in alcohol, and a few mating rituals here and there. She ignores it though, heading over to a rather secluded VIP area near the back of the bar. A few militants were there, some who greet her with a casual wave.

She doesn’t really manage a greeting back as a blur of black pounces on her, the smell of alcohol hitting her nostrils. Niragi giggles happily as he squeezes her, rubbing his face against her, making her laugh.

“ You came~” Niragi purrs happily into her crook of her neck. She cards her fingers through his hair, which was still greasy from the amount of whatever he slapped in there that morning. She lightly tsked at that. She needed to give it a proper cleanse one of these days. Niragi would probably love having the softest hair imaginable than whatever the hell this was.

“ Of course I did! I wouldn’t have left you alone to be drunk on your own!” She gently pushes him away so she could reach his face, kissing his nose, Niragi grinning dopily at that. “ Ready to head back?” “ Fuck yeah I do~ Cuddles with my girlfriend are the best! Hey everyone! Look at my girlfriend!” He shouts out to the entirety of the world that resided there, pulling her close to him. A few just look to them and take a silent acknowledgement, others clapping for him with several different emotions attached. She giggles and wraps her arms around the back of his neck, resting against him.

“ Okay you dork, come on. The longer we stand here, the less we have to- Eep!” She yelps as Niragi scoops her up and starts fucking running, laughing all the while.

“ I wanna cuddle now! Time’s wasting!” She laughs, holding onto him as he runs in his clear drunk state, somehow managing to get quite far. That is, until he trips on literal air and they go flying, landing on the ground. She grunts, her butt taking most of the brunt, Niragi not that far and on the ground face down. He rolls over with a drunken giggle before she could ask if he was alright, grinning at the ceiling.

“ Oopsie.” Niragi slurs quietly, and she comes over, brushing away hair that fell in front of his face. “ No problem! Come on, we’re so close. We can walk normally! Don’t worry, I have my trusty headband on, so we will get there instantly!” Niragi’s eyes brighten despite how far away they were, and his lips curl even higher.

“ Then what are we- We waiting for! Come on!” He tries to get up, stumbling a bit. She giggles and grabs her boyfriend’s hands, carefully pulling him up. She keeps one in her hand as they walk hand and hand down the hall, heading up to their room for much needed cuddles.

“ When we finish cuddling, you’re gonna drink some water so it doesn’t hurt as badly, okay sweetie? Then I can grab you some pills for the morning.”

Niragi hums with his smile still plastered on his face, squeezing her hand a little. “ You’re- You’re soooo good to me. You’re fucking great~” “ So are you! Now come on, it’s about time!” She opens the door, pulling her boyfriend in. Niragi loudly cheers, making her laugh even more.

Man, she loved this sweet man so much.

#aib #alice in borderland #aib fanfic #alice in borderland fanfic #niragi suguru #soft niragi hours #this is oddly wholesome and sweet #soft niragi: head empty want girlfriend #who knows that he wanted her to look at so badly but he won :D #i was thiiiiiis close to putting Calf instead of Nini #nini is such a basic nickname to put but i had zero other ideas #ended up longer than i imagined who da thunk #ask

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sunlightwoo · 4 years

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C + T + Y

hii hii beannn hope your day is good btw 🥺💞

c: what member do you identify with most?

oooh uhhh, i feel like i identify with seokmin the most if we’re talking about someone from seventeen. i don’t know, a lot of people have said that our personalities are quite similar and i just like <3333333333 yeah i love that man, but you can be the judge of who i actually match with LOLOL

t: any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

hmmm, there aren’t any tropes that i can’t STAND per say, cause like there are a lot of good tropes out there. i don’t think there’s any that i don’t like tbh, i’m pretty open minded to most tropes because of how each character development varies depending on the writer

y: a character you want to protect.

i want to protect poor y/n in second life, like poor bean has gone through a lot after Wonwoo’s death in the story and bam he’s back when she finally moves on and now theres chaos and yeah i hope she gets the best in the ending <333

send in a fanfic writers ask

#liz bean 💞#my loves 💌#fanfic writers game

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nochanchu · 5 years

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the coldest nights (are the warmest with you)

pairing: park chanyeol x reader (unnamed oc) genre: slice of life au | fluff, themes of self-doubt and overthinking, includes negative thoughts (nothing too heavy but I figured I’d mention it) wc: 4,588 description: It’s nights like these that feel the warmest in his arms. author’s note: biggest shoutout to my girl @tendershepherd for pre-reading and editing this for me... I honestly have no clue if this thing would be finished without her. <3333333333 love yoooooooouuuu!!

As the bus doors hiss open to its final stop of the evening, she suddenly feels even more tired than before.

She’s used to hard days, even the occasional bad days, but today was, as much as she hates to recollect on it, a particularly shitty one. She can’t shake thoughts of the inevitable, of what she has been asked constantly—“are you going to work as a waitress forever?” “when are you getting a real job?” “do you think you can make a career off of writing?”—and all she can say is she doesn’t know, she never knows, she won’t know until something happens, whatever the fuck that may be. Because this isn’t certain, none of it is. The best thing she can do is wait and wait and wait, however long that may be.

Her grip on the brown paper bag tightens and the thermos presses harder into her chest, though she doesn’t care much for the slight burn of the ventilated metal.

Each of her steps take her down a path she hasn’t walked along in a few months, not since Chanyeol told her about obtaining this new recording space. She remembers how he pressed his lips to hers chastely and then passionately because he couldn’t bear to keep his excitement down, and she remembers kissing him back and letting him spin her in an embrace.

It’s been amazing to think back on the timeline of their relationship, now more than ever when she considers where they started. Friends with mutual friends who saw the vestiges of a beginning neither of them would have conceived in their junior year of college. Her least of all, until that night by the bar on the upcoming block, where Chanyeol had mistaken her for Sooyoung, their wingwoman, and how he confessed his feelings for practice for a later occasion that never really came. At the time, she hadn’t considered her feelings for Chanyeol—not yet at least—until his confession. She never imagined him liking her in that way, mainly because she hadn’t considered getting into any relationships altogether.

To her, romantic relationships were a hassle—an investment that she wasn’t sure she was ready to invest the time for. Friends were different. Friends were friends. They were an integral part of her life for their support and care that while a significant other could offer, she didn’t feel the pressure of presentation with her friendships. She was herself. She was bare-faced, comfortable clothes wearing, dressed up, vulgar, opinionated, and just about everything under the damn sun with them and they appreciated it all, and with them, there were no worries about turning someone off. Sure, they could have discussions and debates, but at the end of the day, she shared a beautiful relationship with her friends, and upon learning about Chanyeol’s feelings for her, she was grateful to him for being so patient with her.

She didn’t know what to do at first. One part of her feared the loss of a friendship with Chanyeol if she decided not to return his feelings. Another part of her wondered what things would be like with him, because they had always had an easygoing dynamic. And overall, she had no idea in the least what to do. She couldn’t decide.

He said that was okay. He said that even if she didn’t know what she wanted to do right away, he was content with sticking around until she did, no pressure, just support, because that was Chanyeol for you. Whether what she wanted was platonic or romantic, she had been certain that he would’ve stayed regardless; him confirming that only made her feel a little better.

He didn’t push for more, and that struck her. She didn’t realize how much she appreciated that until she thought back to past lovers. These were the ones that lasted only a few months at a time, who only wanted more on their own time and didn’t account for hers. Whether they got what they wanted or not, they left by the end of it, and to be honest, it stung. Much of that made her question her own place in relationships, and whether she was at fault for the downfalls of past ones or not, because there were times where she considered the things she could’ve done right to get them to stay, but somehow Chanyeol showed her that it wasn’t just up to her to get someone to stick around—the other person has to want to stick around too.

It took her a month to figure out what she wanted. She remembers how she confessed as he carried her on his back after she drunkenly tumbled off the play structure with only a scrape on her knee and how she repeated the confession the morning after she took his bed. Because his apartment was the closest from the group’s favorite bar at the time, she told him on the steps of the building that she was passing by that they had their first date—he bought her ice cream and let her take the perfect snapshot of it just to nurse her nasty hangover and desire to capture the moment.

Then, it took several months to an I love you. The very timbre of his laugh became her favorite song out of everything in his arsenal, but she blurted it out and he hugged her tight said he loved her too, more than anything in this whole world. (“Even music?” she asked, teasingly. He said ‘maybe’ and she went wide-eyed.)

A year and a half to move into together. Something he said in passing before offering to look at places with her when she casually agreed. Somehow they found an apartment, pretty far from their old studios, but cheaper and worthwhile.

And, two years to be here, comfortable and content. With each other, at least.

Life in and of itself has always been hard. She wrote and he made music, but neither of these things brought a lot of money on table. They worked side jobs (read: “practical” jobs) and that paid the bills, but finding the time for crafting was the real challenge. Neither of them knew when inspiration would strike, whether that was during her day job or the freelance one she took on to stay close to her writing roots, or Chanyeol during his assistant job at the radio station or when Chanyeol has a few hours to spare at the new studio.

Chanyeol was having better luck in that department; with some of his songs getting sold here and there, some producers even considering him as a prospective pupil under their wing for the bigger and better things they’ve been hoping for. Which meant more nights at the studio—a safe haven for him, a place that he could finally call his own. His studio was no longer just the cramped, well-insulated closet that he used to occupy up until he realized he couldn’t keep working there. She didn’t mind, even rooted for this next step into his future, and she’s still rooting for him. While his long nights away leave him sorely missed, she can’t help but feel a swell of pride and joy in knowing that he’s proving people wrong.

Her and Chanyeol have been creators for as long as they could remember, something they both relished in as hobbies and eventually taking up as occupations, because this is what they’re good at. She feels blessed to know that he understands what it means to create and put your all into something, even when it comes at the cost of judgement and doubt. Hell, writing, as valued as it’s made to be, has often posed issues between her, prospective lovers, and family members who often asked her why she hadn’t just taken up something that would get her more money instead of “wasting time,” but not Chanyeol.

She likes to believe, mainly because of Chanyeol, she isn’t wasting time, that the student loans she accumulated won’t bury her with their accruing interest, that the publishers she’s submitted work to will get back to her with positive news, that the graduate schools she applied to will give her a second glance, and that the school she had gone to wasn’t a mistake imposed upon her by her family because it was close and convenient. She likes to believe that, well, she wouldn’t be a complete failure after all the years she spent planning and mapping out these years of her life.

When the studio’s familiar, incandescent gleam materializes before her, she finally feels like she can breathe.

Namjoon, Chanyeol’s right-hand man, greets her at the door. She instantaneously hugs him and runs a hand through his mint-haired locks, still not over the change but somehow finding it befitting for him and the new chapter beginning for him and Chanyeol. “M’so glad you’re here,” he says just a little too fast, but far too tired to care.

“Well, go eat and rest,” she replies, knowing a little too well that he’s probably going to walk over to the diner two blocks over because of the cute waitress that almost always serves him there. “Try scoring her number this time, yeah?”

“Whatever.” He smiles at her, warning her that Chanyeol’s in the zone, before departing.

Her presence goes unnoticed inside the studio, as expected. She simply places the thermos, still warm as ever, and the paper bag onto the space of Namjoon’s former spot and waits.

She watches Chanyeol as his gaze remains planted on the screen, listens to the unfamiliar melodies of the song blasting through his headphones, enjoying its progression even though she can’t pinpoint the same flaws that he does. She still finds herself drawn to his process, immersive and meticulous as it is, because of him; the same determined man she has come to love over the past two years.

To say the least, Chanyeol has always been a dreamer, always yearned for more, and “more” for him at first was something as simple as purchasing new equipment. It probably wasn’t until obtaining his own space that “more” became a hope for bigger and better. “More” wasn’t just the latest equipment; it was recording songs, creating beats, writing lyrics. It became perfecting what was already good, because he aimed for flawless.

His work always struck her as a mish-mash of anything and everything, of a genre that she could not simplify. Her bias went beyond just enjoying everything he did, it was truly experiencing these pieces for what they offered. What always stayed in her mind with every piece was the fact that he put bits of himself into it, and she knows, as a creator like him, what that’s like firsthand. She knows the painstaking notions of putting her heart and soul into her work, and always hoping that the message reaches someone—that the hard work is recognized.

This line of work is hard. It can be so fucking vicious when you let it all eat up at you, and even though neither of them say it, they appreciate each other for understanding what it’s like to hope and hope and hope. Even when the outcome can be nothing but a bare minimum of words from an audience they expected way too much from, but knowing how much people are receiving his works makes her heart swell, because he deserves it.

She hears him say her name.

Chanyeol’s voice sounds hoarse and deeper than usual, probably from lack of use and fatigue creeping in. She wishes she could take him back to bed and rid him from the purplish hues underneath his eyes, but she doesn’t want to take him away from work.

She smiles, and in a tone aiming for teasing, but probably looking more tired, she says, “Now you notice me.”

He frowns a little.

“Sorry, got caught up. I thought you’d be home by now.” He fully turns toward her and rises to walk over. This excites her, even if she didn’t mean to take him away from his work.

“You can keep working. Don’t let me distract you,” she warns him before rising as well.

“Nonsense. You came all the way here,” he says, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her in close.

He manages to plop them both down to the couch before she can say another word, positioning them where her head can reside atop of his chest and they can curl together. She instantaneously leans into his touch without regards to her previous statement because she relishes in everything he so effortlessly offers her—his warmth, his scent, him.

This reminds her of how long it’s been since they’ve shared a moment like this. At least now that she’s coherent enough to register his touch, she’s certain that she has felt the ghost of it in a half-asleep stupor at godforsaken hours of the night, but what with all his free hours spent here, she’s seen him less and less. The only chance she has is the first few minutes of waking when she looks to her right and sees him beside her before they have to part ways for work.

She blurts out, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” He pauses, and she can feel him looking at her now. “What’s wrong?”

“I—” She stops, trying to recollect the thoughts she’s been mulling over. She knows there’s no lying to him, not even a white lie could convince him. “I’m tired, Chan.” It’s the best way to summate everything.

“Sleepy tired or tired in general?”

“Both. Mostly of work. Of waiting to hear back from publishers and grad school programs. Of everyone’s questions about what I’m doing, because I have no fuckin’ clue. You know people ask me as if I have the answer to that one goddamn question that’s supposed to make up the rest of my life. They’ll ask me why didn’t I switch over to something else, why I’m being so stubborn about what I want to do, but I can’t help it. I’m not cut out for other things like math and science. I know this is not what will bring money to the table, that the kind of nine to five I’m working is the horror story you tell your kids about pursuing anything but STEM, but I’m good at writing, at telling stories that others can’t, and I’m trying I—I swear—” Somehow it feels like everything she’s been trying to dial down is spilling over.

She didn’t realize how bad it was. She always figured it would fade out into existence eventually, and all those worries about post-graduate life would be nothing but a mere bump in the road. This felt more like a major sinkhole ready to swallow her whole.

He holds her face up, caressing her cheeks.

Everything feels less heavy when she’s with him. Like all the noise mutes over as she meets his gaze, because when she sees those warm eyes, she knows it will all be okay somehow.

“I know, baby. You are trying. I know you are. You know you are. Those people that tell you otherwise don’t mean shit, because they don’t know what you go through behind closed doors. How much you adore writing and the kind of wonderful things that come from your work. Or how you get so fired up about a subject and there’s nothing stopping you from making a point or researching something until you fully understand it so you can relay it back to the person you were talking to about it. Those people who doubt you and your capabilities only know what they see, and all they’re seeing is the very bare minimum, because if I were a publisher, I would’ve done a contract with you ages ago. And, if I were a grad school, I’d sure as hell give you the best scholarship to attend.”

She chuckles, enjoying the way she can feel his heartbeat against her. “You’re biased, but thank you.”

“I mean every word and you know that. If I could announce to the world that my girlfriend is the most creative and capable writer who deserves to teach students so they can be instilled with that same joy, then I would, a million, bajillion times over and over again until my voice goes hoarse.”

“Really?” she asks softly.

He nods.

She can tell he still has more to say, so she waits.

His hands opt to stroke her hair. “I tell my friends any chance I get that you’re gonna hit the bestseller list—they may or may not have it memorized by now, but still. I mean it. You are so talented. You are hardworking and dedicated. Even though things aren’t happening right away; they will happen. Things take time. And if there are some detours or even other paths that pop up, then it must be for the best, but I truly believe that you will publish at least one book and grad school is gonna accept you. I hope you know that.”

“I know.” In an even smaller voice, she says, “I just get scared, you know? I don’t wanna fail. I don’t wanna prove those people right. I wanna be able to say that despite all the setbacks, it was all worth it in the end.”

“It’s okay to be scared. I think we all are. You know I am. I work like crazy, but that’s only because I don’t wanna lose out on my shot to do better for us. I wanna do the very best that I can, so I can say I tried even if I don’t make it where I want to be.”

“Huh?” she asks, trying to meet his eyes.

“I don’t know whether where I want to be in a few years will stay the same or if it’ll change some time down the road. What if other things come up? Like we have to move or someone needs help or something. God forbid, no one gets sick or anything like that, but at the very least, even if I totally bomb after a few more songs, I think I’d be satisfied knowing that I tried my hardest to get to that dream of having an album at first before taking a different path. I don’t want to live with regrets, so I think this is a good way to about things.

“Plus, success can be defined and re-defined in a number of ways. Sometimes ‘success’ is getting that one book published or having an album out. Whatever reception either of those receive might not be what we expect, but I guess the accomplishment of making something happen should count for something. There really is no marker of success unless you define it so, and I might sound like I’m talking out of my ass right now, but I mean, those self-help books you leave lying around really are helpful.”

She laughs again, really looking at him this time.

As solemn as he sounded, the smile on his face makes her chest tight in a non-painful way. It’s like her heart just wants to remind her of just how much she loves him, and she clings to him even tighter than before, now nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck.

“I’m glad I came. It feels like it’s been too long since I’ve seen you and talked to you like this,” she mentions, letting out a small sigh, “And, I know it seems like I’ve gotten comfortable,” she laughs, “but I really don’t mind if you go back to work, I swear. I just… I don’t want to be alone right now.”

He says after a while, “You know, I’ve been working so much I didn’t even ask you how you’ve been—you had to come all the way over to me from work just to talk, I’m really, really sorry—”

She shakes her head fervently. “Don’t be. There’s nothing you should feel sorry about, okay? I’m happy you’re working. I’m glad one of us is. I’ve just been in my head too much. But being here with you makes me feel better. Watching you work—which you should do—makes me happy.”

He sighs, muttering under his breath about how stubborn she is. She smiles a little.

“I also needed the peace of mind that you’re eating properly, so I brought you some food. Chowder in the thermos and some sourdough rolls in the paper bag. The bread’s probably not the best right now after I trucked through two blocks of cold, but still.”

“I’ll love it,” he presses a kiss to her forehead. “Thank you.”

She smiles against his chest.

“Do you want to hear the song I’ve been working on?”

“What?” she asks, blinking at him.

When Chanyeol’s in his chair, that means business; she knows more than anyone else how much he values his time. To waste any precious minute sidetracked is the equivalent of blowing a song’s progress. It’s harsh, though he’s never told her to leave him alone—she knows when to leave him be just as he knows how to leave her be when the inspiration bug bites her. But for some reason, he turns his attention to her and away from the screen.

He repeats the question this time punctuated with a small laugh, because she must look confused more than ever.

“You can focus on your work, you know. I don’t want to distract you.”

“Pfft.” His lips turn upward, enough for his cheekbones to become more prominent. “You aren’t distracting me. I’d actually appreciate some fresh ears right now. Joon must’ve been going insane, because I’ve been playing the same loop for the past half and a half.” She probably doesn’t look convinced, because he adds, “I promise you aren’t distracting me. I want you to hear this. You don’t have to move either. I can see how tired you are right now.”

“Chan—” She sighs, feeling a teensy bit curious. How long has it been since she’s heard a demo of his anyway? “Are you sure?”

He nods. “Really. I almost feel like you need to hear it.”

This intrigues her.

“Alright.”

She doesn’t know what to expect at first. Listening to Chanyeol’s music has always been a commonality; his music is an extension of him, of his soul, and it’s never anything that sounds or feels like the same thing twice, thrice, or whatever. It’s always different, always touching her in ways that she can’t quite place, because he is him. He is talented, beautiful, and touching all the same. He is the warmth she seeks when nights are cold, when nights like this threaten to keep her up despite all the fatigue that eats at her.

The beat is slow at first, a small yet haunting sound that strikes her upon the first few seconds. It continues to reverberate across her chest, louder and yet calming as his voice softly fills the room, “Can’t you see?” It’s like an audible whisper, as if he’s asking her instead of the imaginary listener, so she shuts her eyes and hopes to picture the next lines.

“The moon rises and the sun falls for nights like this/For these moments we call our own,” Namjoon joins in, still keeping the tranquil melody and helping her conjure a memory from the first time they invited her to the studio. It wasn’t the first time she had scene it or seen them in action, but it was the first time they had worked so effortlessly without the hiccups of a four-by-four foot space. Or the first night in the apartment. It’s small, no doubt, but having something to call your own—priceless, unforgettable. They had ached for things to call their own, for successes that would fight against doubt and adversity, and slowly but surely, they were doing exactly that.

She can’t stop the smile imprinting deeper on her face, how much she wishes she could just reach over and grab Chanyeol’s hand when he sings, “When you are alone and it feels like I’m too far/I’m here, I’m holding your hand, your heart”—she wanted to tell him that it was true, that even with hours apart from one another, she had no doubt that his love supplemented her focus and efforts and that if there was one place to call home, it was always going to be a place with him.

“All for us,” she remembers he once told her. At the end of the day, everything they did was for their future together, for them to say that they did what they could, and that’s all that matters. She could work at the diner or she could enter graduate school to get another goddamn degree, maybe both, maybe neither. She was trying—she knew that, even a small, minute part— and Chanyeol knew that too. She didn’t need to get signed with a publishing house yet, though it would be nice, she didn’t need it right away. She didn’t even need the recognition of her family to give her what she had now, because no one but Chanyeol could give her something as special as this.

This might have been her favorite line for more than obvious reasons: “All for nights like this.”

Nights like this; ones where she can leave behind her worries and be here, present with someone who loves her and her passions without considering the benefits that come with her, someone who cares to live for and in the moment without getting caught up in that social media bullshit, someone who is the one and only, Park Chanyeol.

He stays through the trials, tribulations, happiness, and peace; he helps, cares, and tries, lives with all that he can. He inspires her and even at the possible forfeit of his own productivity, he asks her to stay with a gentle smile on his face—even as sleep overtakes her without hesitation after the first play of the song.

She doesn’t remember how long she laid on that couch even after Chanyeol got up to eat and went back to work. She vaguely recalls him telling her to stay, so they can both go home together, but she doesn’t ever remember getting woken up to leave.

What she feels beside her in the warmth that once surrounded her within the first hour of her arrival. This is the very warmth that carries the ability to soothe and heal the ache in her mind and soul. And, while she wakes to a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead and limbs entangled in a small space, she doesn’t worry about falling off the couch when she knows all too well who has her waist locked into place and keeps her right there on the edge—the comfortable kind.

She doesn’t know what time it is, nor does she care to reach for her phone inside the pocket of her hanging jacket off by a nearby chair. She doesn’t really care whatever the time may be, because right now, she feels the weightlessness of contentment. Even with an uncertain future, she knows she’ll be okay.

With Chanyeol helping her stay afloat, she knows she’ll be okay.

She feels his arms come back around her frame again. He gives her a squeeze (“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere,” he seems to say), and she does the same thing back (“I know, and I appreciate you,” she wants to say).

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boyfriend!au — l. jeno

( they/them pronouns )

↳ GENRE: fluff

↳ WARNINGS: not proof read, one cuss!! <3 keep in mind this is an au bc i forgot he isn’t supposed to be an idol in this i got confused lol

this is like the fourth time i’ve said this lol but thank you again! i’m still beaming with happiness that you requested qt and i hope this makes u smile a lot

i feel like this could’ve been better,, i’ll proof read it soon,, i promise! 💞💞

lee jeno

the acTUAL CUTEST HUMAN BEING ON THE PLANET OMG he makes me so happy ))):<

and he makes you so happy )):<

and you make him so happy ):<

bf jeno i imagine with his we go up hair,, brown and curly and idk why

anyway

i also don’t know why but heres how i pictured you two meeting::::

you have always been scared of the water,, but your family made you go with them fishing!! and you were having a heart attack from the moment you left the house at 3 am until now, 4 am, when you just got there (:

it was a pretty sight, but you were still hyperventilating and all KEHCMHFKXBS from being scared bc heck who knows what could happen at sea ????1?1??2

all of a sudden you spotted this boy who looked about your age with the brightest smile known to mankind ?? and your heart?

gone. dead in a ditch. miss/mr y/n has died from the best heart attack in the history of humanity

your family went ahead of you while you slowly trailed behind and watched this boy talk to someone who looks to be a father figure or someone

he noticed you a few seconds later,, and damn his smile disappeared for a second and thEN IT CAME BACK !! ANd then he checked you out woohoo get it y/n !!

and a few minutes later, SURPRISE he came in on the same boat as you. you waited in the little area in the middle i’ve only been fishing once leave me alone lol i forgot the names hh part of the boat with a lot of other families,, but you were all alone bc your FAm went out to the outside of the boat while you stared at the ground of the inside bc NERVES

and then you heard someone clear their throat,, so ,, like a lot of people do ,, you looked up where the noise came from and hello sir handsome guy in a white t-shirt with the cute smile was standing right in front of you!! looking down at you!! he looked so HECKING squishable ,, your automatic reaction was let out a small shriek

“hi uh,, my name is jeno, is it okay if i sit with you?” how would anyone say no to this sMILEY BOY AWWWW can you tell my life goal is to make jeno smile

you tried to be as polite as possible aith your yes and he let out his signature eye smile that you already fell in love with after four minutes of knowing of his existence

y’all just talked for a while,, he was mainly interested in why you were looking stressed and once you told him.. he smiled bc hell ur cute

“dw!! you can stand next to me out there, i’ll help you with your anxiety qt!” bro he did that he just called you cute “but only if you agree to maybe ,,, erm,, go get lunch with me or something afterwards.?”

aboRT MISSION ABORT MISSION LEE JENO HAS CALLED YOU CUTE AND ASKED YOU OUT

THATS A MAJOR SCORE

and MEHFNXH love at first sight ugh we stan angels

now that he’s been your bf since a week after and it’s now been a year,, let’s get this yeast and clink our apple juices to bf!jeno!!!!

jeno rarely sleeps with you bc he feels like he’s invading your privacy ugh baby

even though you’ve told him many times to do so,, he refuses

but he absolutely ADORES to lay down next to you and cuddle and watch you read !! he’d always play with your hair ,, and if you don’t have hair he nuzzles his nose into your cheek (: <<<<3

he’d squish his nose into your neck or your cheek, and he would mumble cute lil soft sentences such as “i love you so much” and “you make me so happy” “what the fuck is that on your nose and why is it purple” ah yes we love cute sentences literally aLL the time

he loves to bother you during your daily reading session baby bOy ugh he’d love to take one of your hands off of the book and bringing your hands up to his lips to distract you (:<<

if you’ve read my kisses w nct dream,, you know that i have a strong feeling that he loves to kiss his s/o’s hands and idk why

he’d keep kissing your hand and make this “mm (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)” noise until you start to giggle bc ugh your laugh makes him so giddy and lovey-dovey

his goal all the time is just to get you to be smiley !!

i feel like he’d be comfortable with public affection,, he wouldn’t be afraid to show the world he loves his y/n 🥺🥰☺️☺️

holding hands are his favorite

because maybe he loves your hands a lot,, hell theyre just so cute he loves them

he loves to greet you in the morning by sneaking up behind you and giving you a backhug

your hand is so physicallly soft to him and he loves to squeeze them ugh we love jeno affect

he loves to wrap you up in blankets on a lazy day!! you sit down on the couch and immediately blankets are placed on you and you just elfjskfjjc your face always goes red when he does little things for you like that

ugh jeno is to die for

he LOOOOOOVE LOVE LOOooOOoOoOOOOves to take pictures of you at your most vulnerable times!! like right after dancing together, right when you’re smiling at his dumb dad joke he told you,, when you’re at the park and you walk ahead of him and turn around to show him a shoe that someone somehow left on the cement

and after he takes the picture,, if you wanted him to throw out the photo he’d go out of his way so you said it was okay to keep it

bc ur cute or something,,,,,

jeno adores it when you run your hand through his hair when he leans his head on your hip to take nap

he loves receiving lots of little pecks from his best y/n

i feel like jeno gets stressed and cries easily idk bro i get those ): vibes from mr smiley

and he loves that you’re okay with him being able to hug you and cry when he can’t handle his schoolwork sometimes

he loves that he isn’t afraid to be weird and sad and cheerful and tired and mopey around you,, which he was with his past s/o

you make him so incredibly happy omg get it y/n

and when he comes home from school, he’ll either call you just to see if you’re home safe

or he’ll come to your house and surprise you ヾ(๑╹◡╹)ﾉ"

a lot of the time ,,, lol he comes home with you

he likes going to your house more than you coming to his bc he loves your family and they love him and he feels v welcomed and hhhhhwjehfkshd he just loves you and everything associated with you

he loves to sprawl out on your bed and giggle into your pillow when you mock his dumb words he used just before then

and when you kiss him while he’s laying on your bed just bc you think he’s the cutest thing on the planet omg his FAVORITEEEEEE

he loOoOoOooVes soft kisses the boy’s always smiling into your kisses bc ur cute <<<<<<3333333333 please imagine squishy jeno exactly like in the gif going in for a kiss with a smile i’m gonna cry

mr 🗿 loves holding your face into the kiss ))): he has a hand in your cheek and one on your neck while he mentally cries bc he loves u so much

he loves slow kisses, he likes to take his time and enjoy your lips like it’s the last he’ll ever meet his lips with yours

it depends on his mood if he’s open mouthed or more of a closed mouth,, but i see him using tongue a lot kejdkajsks

he loves to see you smiley into the kiss as well ugh he loves you

when he wants to give you the hint that he wants a lil smooch,, he likes to look at your lips as if they were your eyes hehehe

he loves your lips n your hands

i feel like jeno wouldn’t wear pants around you a lot lol he’d be very comfortable with you skdjdk and when he does wear them,, it’s pajama pants

jeno loves to hug his precious y/n !!

when you tuck your head into his chest and put your arms under his,, his heart snaps and his soul leaves his body

he doesn’t argue with you, jeno always agrees with you whether he wants to,, he seems to maybe be scared of fighting with you bc he doesn’t want to jeopardize the love of his life

when he goes home after a date with you to see his three babes aka his cats he always squeals about you ,, even if they can’t speak korean back to him

speaking of dates !! cute and long but not fancy ones!! he once took you both to four pizza places for a date because your guys’ goal is to visit all of the pizza places in korea wow what a goal lol

POWER COUPLE OF THE YEAR GOES TO Y/N AND JENOOOOOO

and to conclude this messy bf au,,

as much as he loves u, he might love his cats just as much as you so watch out (;

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