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sminiac · 1 month

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hehe now is my moment 🙏🏾 i'll ask abt xikers later but i would loveee your thoughts on 8turn,, who do u think are doms, who are subs, who are switches,,, like a little analysis yk! i hope more ppl req for 8turn cuz i love them sm

💌— NOW IS YOUR MOMENT BUNNY !! OHHHHH I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS.

Warnings — Smut focused! MDNI.

⋆ J. Myungho

Dom, and a mean one at that. He thrives with control and having a say, he likes the way you obey, even when you choose not to he likes it— the challenge, the adrenaline. But I will say he completely has the ability to be a switch too when he wants to, he’d like being taken care of, talked to sweetly, having his needs put first because that always feels good. He really can’t help how mushy he becomes by being doted on, and so quickly too! It’s a fairly rare occurrence, but when he’s in subspace he’s in it deep. Besides that, going back to his roots, Myungho doesn’t mind being called ‘daddy’ but he loves calling you names, “Princess”, “Sweetheart, “Baby.” He’s sick, will call you the names he typically only uses in bed when the two of you are out together just to get a reaction.

Remainder of members under the cut!

⋆ M. Jaeyun

I don’t really peg Jaeyun as a concrete sub or dom, I think he’d fall slightly more on the vanilla side, he enjoys the intimacy of sex and the concept of pleasuring your partner to such otherworldly extents and doing anything to fulfil that, and having the same done for him, but occasionally he’ll indulge you and play a little into the roles given. He’ll whine for you, and complain about how unfair you’re being but he won’t go so far as to outright beg to be fucked. Though sometimes he can’t help but want to hear the sound of your voice when you’re asking of him to do that one thing you like and will pretend not to hear until you’re hitting his shoulder, huffing and impatient.

⋆ Y. Minho

A sub, he couldn’t fully mean dom you if his life depended on it. He’ll give it a try once or twice but it just makes him too anxious having control over another’s body, having to think about what he’ll do next to you, if he’s being ‘dom’ enough for you, how he should go about touching or talking to you. Yeah, it’s really not for him. When Minho’s trying something new he likes being told what to do and how to do it, and that doesn’t really mix well with trying to be demanding. If he’s leaning on more on the ‘dom’ side some nights it’s really only because he’s incredibly horny, the demanding of how he takes you and the level of noise being kept to a minimum only comes from his lack of patience, but that’s about as deep as he gets into it.

⋆ C. Yoonsung

A switch. The actual switch of all switches, his acclaimed mix of both masculinity and femininity balance so beautifully and presently that it also applies in the bedroom. I feel like most would assume he’s a sub —and he can be— but the side of him that only your eyes have witnessed would turn heads if anyone were to catch word of how quickly he can swing between the two. He knows how to hold you down for better angles that intensify both your pleasure and his, he likes the title calling and hearing you sob and whine, but he also enjoys the exact same things being done to him.

⋆ J. Haemin

Wants to dom, absolutely can not. Also the type to try it out, just to get a gauge on how much he can work from it, but if he even says one thing while in ‘dom mode’ then he’s immediately trying not to laugh in your face about how silly and unnatural it sounds coming from him. I think he’s the most likely to want to abandon roles and titles, he just wants to show you he loves you, in his own natural Haemin way. He’s more of a gravelly, yet airy whiner, but when you actually get an ear full you wouldn’t exactly call the sounds he makes as whining. He talks more than making noise, defaults to “Fuck.” And “Oh my god” when there’s no space left in his head to think of anything else but you and the way you make him feel.

⋆ C. Kyungmin

Dom, a service dom at that! He’s so all about you that he only blinks silently when you’re asking of him to let you take lead for the night. He’ll allow you to of course, but he can never quite fully relax due to how unfamiliar he is with being in your place for once, and if he can’t quite get himself to chill out, you can always help with that! He’s a very easygoing person, and sometimes he struggles with it but he’s always so gracious with you, does his best to accommodate your needs and requests, even when they’re a little outside of his comfort zone, there’s nothing wrong with trying new things, especially when it’s you!

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minkkumaz · 8 months

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꒰💬꒱ SLOWLY FALLING IN LOVE

in which you slowly fall in love with jung haemin over text messages.

PAIRING jung haemin x fem!reader TAGS texts. school au. student council president haemin. bsf kyungmin. mention of growing balls. OMI NOTE me taking advantage of the student council trope (is it evben a trope) bc it's relevant to todays time (@woonhakist you know who you are)

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yawnzzznnn · 6 months

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hihi! i was wondering if i could request haemin x fem reader and he’s like comforting her after she’s been burnt out from school, if you’re uncomfortable with this that’s completely okay! thank you so much anyways! your writing never fails to put a smile on my face btw, i’m always excited to see read your works! 🫶🏼

✂Addictive Love - Haemin~ ༝༚༝༚♡ﾞ

✂Special thanks too: Anon, Haemin, 8Turn

✂Note: I'm still sick and can't really focus but I hope you enjoy ♡︎ also happy Halloween everyone

✂TW: Slight angst : crying : stress : school : homework : Bones cracking : Haemin basically babying reader : sitting on Haemins lap : Haemin changing reader : reader wears makeup :

✂Taglist: @bunnie-stay-p1ece

✂Words: 619

10-31-23

Doubt filled your mind as you skimmed through the pages your professor provided you, the deeper you went into the text book more tears piled in your eyes, before you knew it you were a crying mess. Unbeknownst to you, you're boyfriend of two years Jung Haemin, was planning a surprise for you.

He noticed you've distanced yourself. Only staying at school or, in your room studying or, doing homework. While you were sobbing over you're text books Haemin had arrived at your house with a huge bouquet, arranged of you're favorite flowers. Haemin noticed how quiet the house was while he was taking his shoes off, no matter how hard he listened he couldn't hear you're pencil, you're sighs of frustration, nothing he heard absolutely nothing.

Worried, Haemin set his journey up the stairs, off to your room. Softly calling out your name after approaching every room, finally he made it to your room. The sound of your silent cried through the door broke Haemin's heart immensely. He slowly creaked the door open so as to not startle you, seeing you curled up on your seat tears running down your face, caused Haemin to almost drop the flowers.

Rushing to your side, Haemin sat your flowers on your desk, embracing you in a huge hug, "hey your ok...don't worry ok? It'll all be over soon, Don't worry about it" Haemin whispered in your ear petting your hair. Before rocking the two of you back and forth, Haemin picked you up, before quickly sitting in your seat and, placing you on his lap, after 30 minutes or so you're tears calmed down.

Before you could speak Haemin shushed you pushing you back into his chest "shh don't say anything. You don't have to explain anything to me...just rest ok?" Haemin assured in a soft voice. Haemin continued to rock you back and forth, almost like a mother would, to stop her infant from crying. Upon noticing you've fallen asleep, Haemin unwrapped one arm from around you, still rocking you with his body and other arm, as he flipped through the pages of your text books and packets.

Once gathering the information he needed Haemin grabbed you're pencil and began writing, his hand writing an exact replica of your's writing down answers he knew pausing to think on one's he didn't. A few hours later Haemin finished you're work, while still rocking you back and forth on his lap. Hooking his arms under you're butt he lifted both you and him up, his bones audibly cracking as he stretched.

Making his way over to you're bed he sat you down, before going to your closet to grab you're sleep clothes, making his way back over to you he changed you into you're pajamas. Grabbing makeup wipes to wipe off whatever you had on, once he got you're makeup completely off he brushed his fingers through you're hair.

Admiring your peaceful face. Haemin eventually laid down next to you tucking you and him in, turning towards you kissing you're head, then eventually falling asleep with you nuzzled deep in his arms. The next morning Haemin made sure you got your flowers, of course keeping one so he knew when they died and, made you memorize what he wrote down assuring you "don't memorize the formula's instead memorize the answers" he told you, making sure you were stress free that whole day.

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8turning · 1 year

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⌕ . . . jung haemin — heartful !

jung haemin x gn ! reader ★ fluff. mutual pining. ★ 3.3k words ★ warnings: food mentions. let me know if i missed anything!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〈 REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED ! 〉

the light in his shared room was still off, hints of the morning sun shining through the curtain-covered window. it became a rare occurrence for haemin to sleep in - school and now his job being rather demanding of his time - so he chose to revel in the soft glow of the early morning.

his reflective clock showed it was just shy of hitting 8, its white numbers protruding the rather dim room. it was almost too quiet in the dorm; his 7 other roommates seemingly vanishing on the one day he'd probably want to spend with them the most - his birthday.

haemin doesn't allow himself to wallow in whatever pitiful feeling started to sprout in his chest - he knew his members well, they wouldn't have forgotten a day like this.

at least, that's what he thought.

upon opening his bedroom door, the dorm was empty. no signs of any of his members - the lights to other bedrooms and bathrooms were shut off. haemin was alone. he purses his lips, pushing down the dreadful feeling once more as he enters the kitchen, the bright pink post-it on the counter catching his attention.

went to run errands with myungho and yungyu. should be back soon. if you need anything from the store, text me =) - jaeyun

the handwriting changes under jaeyuns signature - haemin recognized it to be kyungmins:

haemin, if/when you read this, happy birthday!! rest up, i'll be back in a bit!

haemin felt a smile creep onto his face - maybe with the self-pity he started to notice coming back, all it took was one person remembering to replace the entire feeling. he left the post-it where he found it, crossing the short distance to the fridge and grabbing the milk jug.

plain cereal was never his favorite (he hoped jaeyun would pick up something tastier while he was out) so reluctantly, he poured a small bowl of corn flakes - a simple breakfast. he pulls a chair to sit at the counter, a tired groan of annoyance leaving his lips as he realizes he left his phone in his room.

although the commute back to his bedroom was short, his limbs were still trying to wake up, making the short walk feel like a mountain hike. he unplugs the device from its charger, the screen lighting up - he takes note of the several notifications.

one from his manager, saying how he should be at the company building by 3 pm for his birthday livestream, another from the 8turn accounts with his birthday posts, and a message from you, wishing him a good day.

his smile grows, hitting his past self for really believing no one had remembered. his members, you, or his fans weren't able to celebrate with him physically at the moment, but that doesn't mean they forgot his birthday - that they forgot about him.

he clicks on your message first, thanking you and asking what your plans were for the day as he makes his way back to his cereal.

nothing really, you reply first, the typing bubble popping up again immediately after - haemin waits patiently.

if you have the time, maybe you could stop by? we can play a couple of games before you have to do idol stuff or whatever (* ￣︿￣)

he chuckles lightly, your harsh tone aimed at his work schedule always amusing to him. he knew you were never serious, but he can't help the small jump his heart does thinking that you miss spending time with him that much.

i don't have anything to do until 3, he sends off, typing another message. let me text kyungmin, i think he's expecting me to stay at the dorm for a while

he switches contacts, a small notification of your no worries :] message coming into view as he types, an unconscious smile forming on his lips.

kyungmin replies very energetically, telling him to make sure he dresses well when he goes over - only kyungmin knew of haemin's liking to you, promising to never tell a soul (and haemin hoped he's kept that promise).

his cereal has gone soggy, but he couldn't find it in himself to care as he stands from his seat, abandoning his bowl in favor of telling you he'd be by your place in 20 minutes.

"what do i even wear . . . ?" he trails off, talking to himself as he looks through the small rack of clothing, trying to find something both comfortable and suitable for you to see him in.

"he said he'll be here in twenty," you say into the kitchen - jaeyun, myungho, yoonsung, and minho all adorned in aprons while preparing a small feast for the 9 of you to enjoy.

seungheon, yungyu, and kyungmin sat on your living room floor, frantically trying to wrap the small gifts they had prepared for haemin.

you could hear yungyu's frantic yells to hurry once you returned to the living room, cut up pieces of wrapping paper strewn about your floor.

having gone to school with kyungmin and haemin, you didn't know much about their groupmates prior to their visit today - you were relieved with how easily they all fell into their own respective roles in order to make a nice memory for your friends' birthday.

you had reached out to kyungmin sometime last week to try and prepare something with him, he was the one who ended up suggesting something being held at your place (as well as to have the rest of their members join).

i don't think he'd expect it, your phone screen read as you ate your dinner, movie paused as you messaged kyungmin. plus, having you host means he definitely would come, he'd fall to his knees if you asked him to

you shake your head, a smile playing on your lips. i don't think that's true, min, you reply. if you didn't live together, i'm sure he'd come running to you, too

a simple (〜￣▽￣)〜 was all he replied with, followed by his plans and how they could get everything to work out.

"the foods finished, we're packing it up right now!" myungho yells to you all, making seungheon and yungyu giggle as they slap tape onto the wrapped gifts hurriedly - you start to think they've never wrapped anything before.

nevertheless, they all move and clean up quickly, piling everything into your kitchen just out of view of the front door where haemin would soon stand.

they all stay in their place, the "cooks" being sure to remove their aprons and fold them neatly, haemin's favorite foods freshly made and set on the counter alongside his wrapped gifts.

you do one more look around your place - thankfully, it didn't look like there were an additional 7 people rustling around just a minute ago. you breath out a sigh to try and calm your racing heart, turning on your tv to at least make it look like you were just lounging around when he arrives.

a knock sounds throughout the apartment, you yelling you'd be right there as you turn to the kitchens inhabitants, hoping at least one of them remembered how the plan was supposed to go - you chuckle noticing how minho already had several rolls of blue streamers in his hands.

you open the door, haemin standing with a small bag, presumably filled with things he needed to take to the office after his time with you.

"hi, haem!" you greet excitedly, watching as his smile only grows as you open the door wider, welcoming him inside.

"hey, y/n," he replies, "smells good, were you cooking?"

you shake your head negatively - hoping haemin doesn't pick up on the quick flash of panic in your eyes. "just reheated some takeout a bit ago, i guess the smell is still lingering," you laugh to try and play it off as truth - and luckily - haemin doesn't question you further. "what game do you want to play? here- you can set your bag in my room then you can pick something out."

he nods and follows behind like a lost puppy, and you brace yourself a bit for the first part of the plan. you turn the hallway's corner a bit to early, knocking your elbow into the wall, a hiss escaping you as your opposite palm reaches to cup the injured area.

it didn't actually hurt at all - you're sure a bruise wouldn't even begin to form - but haemin was at your side within a second.

"you okay? that sounded like you hit it pretty hard-"

"yeah, i'm good," you smile at him, hand still cupping the area as you hear some rustling from the living room, alerting you that the "signal" of you turning the corner was loud enough for his members to hear.

haemin's face tells you he doesn't believe you. "can i at least look at it, then?" he asks as you continue your commute to your room - he sets his bag down on your bed. "i can't have fun knowing you might be hurt worse than you're making it out to be."

you realize getting haemin to check the fake injury would buy you and his friends more time - so with a sigh feigning playful annoyance - you sit on your bed and show him where you had hit your arm.

he sits next to you, your heartbeat picking up slightly as he gently takes your arms into his hands, softly tracing over the area to see if you wince away in pain - you didn't react at all.

"i told you i was fine, haem," you smile at him - he drops your arm cautiously back into your lap.

"it wasn't that i didn't believe you!" he starts to ramble. "i just- y'know- i know you'd do the same for me so i wanted to-"

"it's all good, you don't have to worry, okay?" you reassure, earning a sigh and a smile from your friend. "let's find something to play," you stand, walking over the small shelf that contains many console games, some of which you only play when haemin or kyungmin visit you.

it wouldn't shock you if some cases gathered dust atop them, their schedules making it a hassle to find time to join you. he scans the cases from his place next to you and pretends to ponder on his options - you know well what he would end up choosing, but the little show he put on of tapping his chin in thought was amusing.

you hear a voice from your living room and freeze for a moment, waiting to see if haemin has any kind of reaction to the sound. you're relieved when he instead reaches forward, pulling two cases from the shelf.

"not even surprised you picked those," you say with a small laugh, turning around to face your bedroom door to leave. i hope they're finished, you think as haemin follows behind once again. "you can go start up the console, i'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick."

without question, haemin nods - you watch as he begins the retreat down your hallways, hurriedly scurrying to the bathroom where his boxed-cake and candles await you.

his attention was on the game cases, opening them to retrieve the disks when he hears loud voices suddenly. turning his head up, he's met with his members cheering, his name being yelled from the tops of their lungs while several party decorations hung from the walls and ceiling. confetti lined the edges of the room and the couch, dining table covered with his favorites and his members smiling faces in front of him while they stood on your couches and chairs.

he didn't have any words - part of him was still trying to process that his groupmates were there, in your house, and he had no idea. his frozen state made his friends laugh, rushing over to his side to pull him into the room, taking the cases from his hands.

he keeps looking around, helium balloons spelling out his name were taped to your walls, blue streamers draped from the ceiling and many wrapped boxes sat on your coffee table.

haemin was speechless once he saw you coming from the hallway, a blue cake on your hands as the members all sang to him - for him. he couldn't help the smile the covered his face, hands coming up to hide his embarrassment; he couldn't believe he actually thought his friends would forget.

he blew out the candles, opening his eyes to hear his friends' cheers and feel their hands on his shoulders, shaking him as they settle him onto your confetti-covered couch (you'd make kyungmin clean that up later). you set the cake on a vacant spot on your dining room table before sitting in a chair, the rest of the members finding their own spots as they slowly hand him each wrapped box.

haemin handles them gently, still somewhat in a shock - he was alone this morning, he was just with you alone and about to play games until he had to go into the office, and now here he was, surrounded by all of his friends and opening the gifts they had all pitched in to buy for him.

the room fills with several laughs and conversations as time progressed, loading up the console for anyone to play and haemin not having to move a finger, each person doting on him. getting him food and drinks, putting on the jewelry he received as a gift, you're even sure you saw yoonsung trying to feed him - much to haemin's dismay.

haemin's eyes fell onto you, sitting on your couch and smiling as yungyu red-shelled myungho for the nth time that race - this felt right. having you with him and his members felt right.

he didn't miss the way they all quickly became friendly with you, either, his heart swelling at the sight of you laughing alongside jaeyun and minho as you watch the race reach its conclusion.

kyungmin followed his gaze from his spot next to him. "whatcha thinking about, haem?"

"were you even planning to come back to the dorm today?" he asks, not turning to face his friend until a long period of silence consumes the conversation. kyungmin's face shifts once haemin's eyes are on him, going from stoic to a wide smile, his dimples on full display, effectively telling haemin nope, the whole plan was to get you here.

"i knew you'd come running here, don't pretend you wouldn't have," the younger replies, haemin looking away while shaking his head softly. "i think you should talk to them."

"about what?"

"about everything. y'know, how you feel and stuff-"

haemin stops his sentence with a shake of his head, and awkward chuckle escaping his lips, watching as you cheer for seungheon who - miraculously - came out in first place. "i don't think right now is the right time," he breaths out. "i like where we are."

"but we both know you want more than that," kyungmin whispers as yoonsung returns, another plate of food in his hands as a beeping sound airs through the room, the start of another race about to commence.

haemin gratefully takes the plate from yoonsung's hands, who then lounges against the couch, watching the match on the tv. haemin's mind was too preoccupied with kyungmin's words to pay attention to the food in front of him.

maybe now wasn't the best time to think about it - "it" being what he wanted to have with you - but he couldn't help but thinking about that as he watched you interact with his members; you fit all too perfectly into his second family.

before long the cheers died down, members laying across your floor while minho and yoonsung took on the task of cleaning while you, yungyu, and seungheon packed up the remaining food for them to take back to the dorms.

haemin hoped this meant you could join them on group days off, no longer keeping your interactions limited to himself and kyungmin.

"are we all ready to go?" myungho asks into the room, back turned to yungyu who discreetly tries to place confetti on the top of myungho's head.

a chorus of replies play through your living room, each member taking time to thank you for letting them come by as well as letting them take the rest of the leftovers.

"of course, thank you all for bringing everything," you say, a smile on your face as one-by-one they exit your door.

"anytime," jaeyun smiles.

"my birthday is next," seungheon says as he approaches you. "you're invited to whatever we do, y/n."

a wide grin forms on your lips. "i'll be there."

"later, y/n," kyungmin says, giving you a quick hug. "i promise i'll be back later today to help clean up."

"bye, min. and you better," you say with a sharp tone - but the everlasting smile you had seemed to counteract whatever seemingly negative words you say.

haemin was the last to greet you, his bag from your room hanging off of his shoulder and another bag in his palm that contained all of his gifts. he opened his arms to you shyly: "thank you for everything, y/n."

you gladly walk into his embrace, your arms filing through his to bring him towards you. "of course, haem."

while he holds you close - feels the pad of your thumb rub soothingly against his back - he thinks of kyungmin's words. deciding to think with his heart instead of his head, he speaks up.

"wanna hang out next time we're both free? just us?" he says, hoping you couldn't feel the way his heart raced before you pulled away to look at him.

"can i pick what we do?"

haemin's smile grows, a soft blush resting on his cheekbones. "anywhere you'd like."

you nod, already having a place in mind. "i'll let you know my schedule then," you take a moment to take in how he's looking at you - eyes sparkling as his bangs hung just past his eyebrows, a closed-mouth smile on his lips. "go talk to your fans, i'm sure theyre dying to wish you a happy birthday."

"you'll be watching, right?" haemin says, hopeful.

you nod. "wouldn't dream of missing it."

with one final - and much shorter - hug, haemin leaves, the rest of his groupmates waiting patiently at your floor's elevator for him to finish talking with you.

you wave to them all from your doorway, retreating back inside once the doors of the elevator close, staring at your apartment in awe of how it looked.

kyungmin better come back to help you.

"how was your day today haeminie?" yoonsung asks, reading a comment a viewer left off of the tablet their staff had given him.

"my day was really nice," he says, talking into the camera. "i spent it with my members and other people who are really important to me, and now it's even more memorable since i get to spend it with our fans."

haemin smiles, the other members each replying with a touched sigh. haemin hoped even with his somewhat vague reply, you knew the "other people" was referring to you.

the live wrapped up quickly, the boys all heading back to their dorm, and as haemin lay in bed, he can't help but smile at your messages.

♡ y/n!! oh so i'm just "other people" to you? (T_T)

♡ y/n!! i'm glad today was nice for you haem <3

♡ y/n!! sleep well!! happy birthday!!

♡ y/n!! also, you should wear that tiara when we hang out next >:]

n. i know i'm a bit late, but i wanted to make sure everything was put together well :] happy birthday haem!! <3

(also, please ignore weird formatting errors, tumblr won't let me rest </3)

#8turn fluff #8turn writing #8turn fanfiction #haemin x reader #jung haemin x reader #.mine #.haemin

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woonhakist · 10 months

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love bite

synopsis — silently conveying your love for haemin came in many sudden, irresistible forms; including biting.

pairing — jung haemin x gn!reader

genre — fluff

warnings — reader bites haemin (affectionately)

word count — 0.6k

notes — this isn’t relevant to any of my tumblr responsibilities i just want to bite haemin

nothing felt safer to you than the warmth that haemin radiated. with him, the coldest days of winter felt like summer, and the hottest days of summer melted you into a puddle of love. no matter the time of year, being in haemin’s embrace was your favorite activity. you’d spend hours encased in his arms, basking in comfortable silence.

words weren’t important between the two of you; your actions already spelled out your love for each other in blinding lights. every clasp of your hand in his, every cup of his cheeks underneath your palms, and every twirl of your hair between his fingers was enough.

you adored every touch you shared with him, but nothing came close to having your body tangled in his. being trapped in his limbs, smothered in his scent, and cozied in his presence added up to your idea of heaven, and haemin himself represented the gates.

he opened himself up to you every time he closed you in his hold, and this time was no different. even if he tried, nothing could hide everything he felt for you. each rub of his thumb on your back expressed silent affection, and each of his breaths on your shoulder spoke voiceless words of love.

you spoke back to him, burying your face in his neck. you smiled against his skin, and he shivered in response. the sheets beneath you crumpled as your arms lightly squeezed around his torso once, and he did it back. your bodies conversed with each other, and every movement felt as natural as breathing.

your need for air was equal to your need to give haemin every ounce of love in the world. your heart was his, and you always needed to make sure he knew that. conscious or not, you never never missed a chance to convey your feelings to him.

with your lips against his neck, it was instinct to press soft pecks on it. you trailed kisses everywhere you could reach, disregarding the restrictions of your position. each kiss gradually increased the temperature of his skin, and you could feel the heat seep into your lips.

the warmth traveled down through your body, reaching the soul of your chest. your heart was warm, and you could imagine that haemin’s was, too. together, you made a fire incapable of extinguishing. alone, you were a cycle of given and taken warmth, and it was your turn to give.

in the heat of your moment, you abruptly bit haemin’s neck, feeling him flinch simultaneously.

“what was that for?” haemin questioned, his voice as soft as his giggles. his laughs vibrated throughout his body, and they made their way through yours as a result.

“sorry, haem. a little birdie told me to,” you joked, letting yourself laugh along. the wishes of your heart were unpredictable, and you couldn’t help but fulfill all of them.

“could the little birdie warn me next time?” haemin played along, kissing the crown of your head.

“of course,” you assured, your heart nearly soaring out of your chest. the warmth in your heart was no where near gone; you had so much more to give. “in fact, the little birdie is telling me to do it again right now.”

“go ahead,” haemin allowed, stretching his neck a little bit. “i wouldn’t dream of stopping you.”

a small breath escaped his lips before you attached yourself to him again, gently taking his skin between your teeth. he melted further into your body, and you mirrored the affection. you felt somewhat childish, but your heart was fuller than ever, and you could never resist giving it to haemin.

#woonhakist #jung haemin #haemin x reader #haemin au #haemin fluff #haemin imagines #haemin scenarios #8turn #8turn x reader #8turn fluff #8turn au #8turn imagines #8turn scenarios

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yawnzzjun · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎂

haemin x reader !

a/n: it's short im sorry🙁🙁

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Haemin had just finished celebrate his birthday with his group members and just came off the live. Of course he had also gotten a call from his parents, receiving a happy birthday from them as well. So where are you? He wondered.

You didn't forget him, rather you were planning something.

"Meet me at our spot!" He read on his phone, our spot? He began to think about what spot you're talking about then remembered.

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You were patiently waiting for him to arrive, sitting on the blanket you placed on the ground while taking a look around.

You called it "the spot" because you both always come here for a break from everything, it became a popular spot for the both of you.

"Of course you meant here." His voice took you out of your thoughts. You looked up to see him staring right back down at you.

You smiled as you said "Happy birthday!" as you stood up and gave him a big hug.

"Thank you y/n."

"You're welcome." You replied.

You both sat together while eating the small cake you bought for him bur he decided to share it. It may not be the biggest birthday gift you could give him but seeing him have a smile on his face was enough to make your worries go away.

@ yawnzzjun

#yawnzzjun #8turn fluff #8turn #8turn x reader #8turn haemin #8turn haemin x reader #haemin x reader #fluff #jung haemin

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lil-elle · 6 months

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Haemin Masterlist ♡

Drabble:

Nothing yet~

Full Length:

Nothing yet~

#8turn #8turn x reader #8turn imagines #8turn fluff #8turn drabbles #8turn fanfic #8turn haemin #haemin #jung haemin #haemin x reader

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02tyunz · 1 year

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ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 welcome to… 8turn masterlist ! 🦷

MOON JAEYUN

the summer we lost ! (smau)

JI MYUNGHO

nothing yet … !

YANG MINHO

nothing yet … !

CHO YOONSUNG

nothing yet … !

JUNG HAEMIN

nothing yet … !

CHO KYUNGMIN

nothing yet … !

LEE YUNGYU

nothing yet … !

LEE SEUNGHEON

nothing yet … !

#8turn #8turn fluff #8turn smau #8turnrise #jaeyun x reader #kpop smau #lee seungheon #cho yoonsung #cho kyungmin #yang minho #ji myungho #moon jaeyun #jung haemin #lee yungyu #8turn x reader

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sminiac · 3 months

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hi !! can we talk about haemin and his tall ass like,,, he can manhandle me and i know he's got a size kink, his hands are small but he's an artist so he KNOWS how to use them omg

Warnings — Smut focused, MDNI.

💌 — MY EARS ARE SO OPEN. STOP BECAUSE I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT HOW TALL HIM AND KYUNGMIN ARE.

Haemin definitely knows how to get handsy with the amount of sass he exudes on the regular— It’s actually making me think of jealous Haemin having to put you in your place after a night of advertently going out of your way to be a little too sweet with his members to simply get a rise out of him. Using his hands to move and adjust your body like it’s his own, telling you to “take it off” when he’s tired of kissing his way around the pesky fabric that keeps him further away from your skin than he likes but ends up sighing to himself, annoyed at how slowly you slip your arms out of your sleeves and having to help you with firm, agile fingers.

Breathing his name into the skin of his throat as he finds his way to your cunt, unwilling to even strip you of both your bottoms and panties, his fingers move purely from memory, almost skillful in the way he manages to slip past the layers and straight to your folds. He wouldn’t be kind either, the tip of his middle finger circling around your clit with leisure strokes, chuckling softly at the way you try to shift your hips forward, the angle awkward but your own need taking precedence over any hindering emotions.

I think he’d be more of a face grabber than your throat, to him it would highlight the difference in size between the two of you being able to place a firm hand on your cheeks, pressing down into the soft skin with a tightness to it that has your legs moving restlessly trying to satiate the warm buzz he’s keeping alive between your thighs.

If he isn’t picking you up to bring you to his bed then he’s definitely pushing you bent over it, restraining your hands behind your back with his, slipping two fingers inside of you with the same gruelling pace, probably makes fun of you for being so wet from how mean he’s being. Haemin’s definitely a name caller, likes feeling as much of you as he can with his other hand as he pumps his fingers into you, complaining about how unnecessary your little act was, that he was planning on taking his time fucking you tonight but you’ve already set the tone before returning to the bedroom so he has no choice but to carry it out for you.

Slaps your ass/the back of your thighs when you start whining about how slow he’s being, and if you do it enough then he’ll really show you how thin his patience has been worn. Is so mean about giving you his cock, “You’re lucky I’m even touching you, wanted so much attention when we were out, I thought that was enough for you? Greedy girl.” He’d scold whilst whilst undressing you, he acts like it’s just a punishment, that he’s obligated to show you the repercussions of your behaviour but he’s incredibly turned on seeing you already brought down to a drooling mess just over his fingers and words, drinking down the sound of your voice when you beg for him to show you some leniency.

The type to slap his cock against your ass with his hand pressed into the small of your back that keeps you arched at an aching point, taking his time making a mess of his pre-cum on your skin, merely laughs as you try to press back into him, hips waving side-to-side trying to allure him into just putting it in, but he wouldn’t- of course not.

At that point I don’t think he’d be vocal anymore, he’s already loosened up with his voiced disappointment, his irritation, but that doesn’t mean his mocking laughter is any better, if you’re sensitive he’d only feed into the pathetic whimpers as tears start leaving a glassy stream down your face, pretending to be sympathetic as he only slips the head of his dick into you, keeping the length of his entry minimal until you’re willing to be completely pliable in his hands- like warm clay, he just had to work you in first.

Loves seeing you beneath him so open to taking whatever he’s willing to give, without your mouth running he’s able to just admire you, how small you are compared to him, how easily he could move and pull you in any way he wanted due to the difference he’s indulging himself a little too much with, he can’t help it though, not when he’s finally fit his cock all the way into you. Holds your hand against your back as he leans over to press his other hand under you, reaching to your lower tummy, and it takes a second for him to register over the feeling of your cunt taking him whole, but eventually he feels the soft bump against his fingers. “Taking all ‘f me so good baby- fuck, so small compared t’me yet you’re still so insatiable, ‘s okay, give you everything you want.”

#8turnbysai #WAS SO EXCITED SEEING #AN 8TURN REQ #YIPPEE!!!!#sai + 8turn I’m here for it #jung haemin #jung haemin x reader #jung haemin smut #haemin x reader #8turn smut #8turn x reader #8turn imagines #8turn haemin #8turn haemin x reader #8turn haemin smut

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minkkumaz · 10 months

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GLITTER ON OUR BLUSHED CHEEKS

haemin was the perfect boyfriend, and you couldn't stop admiring him. for their recent comeback, they seemed to use a lot of glitter to freckle his cheeks. but you thought he sparkled without it!

PAIRING jung haemin x gn!reader WC 0.6k TAGS established relationship. fluff. lots of kissing! OMI NOTE silly drabble for @woonhakist inspired by the comment she made yesterday about 8turns stylists putting glitter on their faces.

those eyes were stuck in your mind, as well as the glitter freckled atop his porcelain skin. it sat effortlessly on his face. and while the thought of the sparkles getting everywhere cringed you out, haemin couldn’t look more beautiful.

but maybe it was just him; no, it definitely was just him. he always entranced you, looking most ethereal at every moment of the day. whether his face was bare, or concealed with different makeup products and foundations, he was perfect.

and you never hesitated to let these words slip from your lips. expressing every synonym for the word ‘breathtaking’ you could think of from the top of your head. his face contorted at your compliment, the easily embarrassed boy you’ve known to love.

despite this, you always knew how much he appreciated the love you gave to him. what the two of you had felt for eachother was special in more ways than one.

in front of you, he sat on a spinny chair getting his makeup done. the feeling of soft prickles from a brush wiped against his cheeks. from the mirror that lay in front of him, he could see you in the background waiting patiently.

as soon as the brush lifted off his skin, and the stylist left from the room, he spun around to give you some attention.

“they did a really good job on your makeup, wow! you look really pretty haem.” you grin as he sit on the arm of the couch.

“thank you angel. i’m so tired, but i’m excited to do the photo shoot.” he sighed, looking down at your figure.

“i’m sure they’ll love it, plus you can get a lot of rest afterwards.” you affirm positively, making his lips perk up slightly.

he let out a quiet ‘mmhm’ before tilting your face up to meet his, kissing softly against your lips.

“hey what was that for?” you said jokingly.

“you’re also really pretty.” he runs a hand through your hair before letting it rest at the top of your head.

“pshh, you’re the one all dolled up!” you blush at the compliment before he swipes a finger against your bottom lip, kissing you again.

the sway of his lips against yours lasts longer this time, melting into the touch of you. at times when sometimes he’d be more shy, he forgot about everything once you were perfectly against him.

“y’know, that glitter on your face makes you look magical but it kind of gets everywhere.” you pull away, wiping a stray sparkle from your cheeks.

“would you prefer me without the glitter?”

“i love every makeup look you have my love, but i feel like it’s gonna be hard to pretend like we weren’t just kissing when so much of it transferred over.” your laugh made him shy.

“shh.. nobody will ever know.” his kiss trails against the corners of your mouth and to your forehead as you squirm beneath him. at that point you almost felt identical to a unicorn.

“haemin..!” you whined, shaking your head to rid yourself from the speckles.

“okay okay i’ll stop.” he had a slight smile, taking the pads of his fingers to wipe your face.

there was a tender moment between you two for a second, as he cleaned the remaining glitter from your face. the way he looked at you with so much genuine care almost made you faint, feeling comfortable at his touch.

when he finished, he wiped his hands together to get off any excess, before poking at your cheek.

“maybe next comeback you should wear a sequin top to match with the glitter.” you tease.

“you’re so dumb, angel.”

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minkkumaz · 9 months

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MONSTER

late night conversations were never supposed to lead to confessions. yet as you lay next to haemin, he finally lets down the walls he's built for everyone but you. sometimes he has to embrace it.

DISTANT LANDS AND OTHER ADVENTURES series

PAIRING jung haemin x fem!reader WC 2.2k TAGS best friends to lovers trope. school au. fluff. study date (?). confessions. anxiety mention. reader has a dog. mention of reader playing roblox. minor cussing. OMI NOTE and alas, here is the final part of this series. although it was short (there genuinely just wasn't a good amount of adventure time songs), i am sincerely so proud of this series. ending it off kinda tame with haem. no rhyme intended.

the rest of the world was shut out from haemin, he’d always been like that. locked away in the confines of his chest was a beating heart that wasn’t accessible to anyone but you. he still remembered the way your hand grasped onto his with no hesitation, picking him up from a fall on the playground.

everyone around him was playing happily, not wanting to sacrifice their treasured time on the swing sets or monkey bars. but you stopped for him, reaching out to pick him back up on his feet. he wiped dirt from his hand - me - down levi’s short and kid sized denim shorts. you furrowed your eyebrows, pointing at the scrape on his knee.

it didn’t even occur to him that he was bleeding, because he could only feel the dark butterfly awakening in his stomach for the very first time. wind lightly danced against the air, surrounding the two of you comfortably. there was a bandaid in the front pocket of your little backpack, and a bottle of water in the netting on the side. an innocent friendship flourished that day.

you never pried him for answers, never begging to understand why he was how he was; content with the idea that you’d be there for him regardless of what he wanted to share with you. it was a silent pact that went unspoken.

but some feelings never failed to back away, you made him feel small again. the pretty girl that helped him on the playground even when he didn’t say a thing or mouth a thank you. words fell from your lips in a tangent, telling him whatever was on your mind, and he listened. moving towards highschool, this always stayed consistent between the two of you.

there were a lot of girls that were charmed by his mysterious persona, which made them envy you. it was difficult pretending you didn’t notice their glares. by your junior year of college, you had developed you’re own list of frequently asked questions.

is it true that jung haemin was a bully? does he seriously only talk to you all the time? is he pretending to be monotone or does he actually not have a personality?

questions like these made you rub at your temples, trying to ease the growing headache you had. this was beyond whether he was a good guy or not, because when he was alone with you he was perfect. laughing at every stupid joke you made, putting away the ice pack in your lunch when you were too lazy, doing your skincare for you when you weren’t mentally there and just needed to sleep.

haemin often came to your house when school was over, following behind you as you explained to him the course of your day. the sound of a keychain jingling against his backpack made you know he was still there. you had purchased it for him the previous year to liven up his plain backpack, with you of course having a matching one.

when you got to your front door, you slipped off your school shoes and welcomed yourself inside. upon entering, your dog was clearly excited, pattering it’s feet against the cold floors upon seeing you and a common visitor. reaching down, you plant a soft pat on your pets head and run off to your bedroom upstairs.

dropping your backpack on the floor, you let yourself fall into the comfort of your warm sheets. haemin cringed slightly at you laying down in your every - day clothes. he tells you that it dirties your comforter, but you’re too tired to care.

“haem, i just want to lay down forever. can’t we delay studying just a little bit?” your voice is muffled into your blankets.

“you know we can’t, y/n. we don’t want to fail, otherwise your parents won’t let me come over anymore.” he sighs, sitting down next to your sprawled out figure.

“give me like.. five minutes to just relax.” you plead, turning over on your back and pouting out your bottom lip.

“five minutes turns into ten, ten turns into twenty, and suddenly you’re in class with no clue what you’re doing.” he tells you, “you don’t want to regret it later.”

“i despise you for being such a wonderfully productive influence on me, haem.” you sit up from your spot, rubbing your tired eyes.

“do you want me to put all your jewelry away so you don’t have to go through the long, agonizing pain of doing it yourself?” he compromises with you.

“what did i do to deserve you?” you smile softly, moving your hair out of the way as he moves closer to you.

the bed dips behind you, a warm presence of your best friend only mere inches away from you. fidgeting with each little clasp on the back of your neck, he finally wraps his arms around your neck and the jewelry over your head. he then takes two ends of the ribbon in your hair and pulls them apart to loosen up and be put to the side.

he collects each delicate item in his hand and quickly takes it over to your vanity, before returning in front of you. the touch against your skin still lingered, even when he was away from you.

“thank you haem. suddenly i’m rejuvenated and ready to study until both of my hands fall off.” you thank, slipping off your cardigan to hang on one of your bed posts.

“yeah, no problem.” he mumbles, “did you finish any of the homework that was assigned to us?”

“there was homework.. on top of the test that we’re already taking tomorrow?” you whine as he nods at you.

“you should go to sleep at decent times from now on, you’re constantly dozing off in class.” he mentions, unzipping his backpack to pull out a binder.

“hey, wait– you watch me in class?!”

“i don’t watch you, i just happened to notice. plus i saw you active on roblox when i was going to bed last night.” he explains to you, watching your face contort into an embarrassed expression.

“maybe you’re right! i won’t confirm nor deny that any of that is real. but a little birdie told me that if i didn’t grind all night i would’ve never been able to surpass jaeyun’s high score..” you attempt at defending yourself.

“as long as you had fun. but seriously, you should rest early tonight, okay?” he advises, as you follow in grabbing your supplies.

“what did i do to deserve such a caring best friend?” you declared, sitting criss cross on your bed with all your materials finally out, “i already beat him anyways and he doesn’t know, so i live for another day!”

best friend, he was used to the idea of you always calling him that; mainly because it was true. though there was something inching him to hope for something a little more. he wanted to get used to that idea instead.

“mhm, are you ready? i remember you telling me you didn’t really understand this question.” he pointed at a problem with his pencil, looking back up to you.

“ah– you remember. yeah i don’t get it very much, can you teach me?”

the two of you studied for awhile, haemin assisting you in anything you couldn’t quite wrap your head around. when you weren’t exactly focused, you busied yourself in drawing little doodles on his paper against his wishes. though he made sure none of them got erased.

the night came awfully quick, the remaining few beams of sun barely escaping into your bedroom window before it became dark. music played through the airpods you both shared, your playlist finally coming to an end. all of this accumulating made it obvious that it was time to stop studying.

you reached over to your bedside table to click on your lamp, illuminating the darkness of your room. flopping back on your bed, you lay on your stomach while staring up at haemin.

“let’s call it a night, i’m tired of looking at the same things over an over again.” you frown, poking at his knee.

“you’re always tired though.” he insisted, putting his things away in his bag.

“i would get defensive, but you’re completely right.” you agreed, laying your head down against your arms.

“i can leave now if you want to sleep..” he says quietly as you close your eyes.

“no, stay for a bit. my parents don’t come home for awhile and i don’t mind the company.”

“okay, i’ll stay. but don’t worry about me if you feel like you’re about to pass out.”

“i won’t.” you yawn, stretching your arms out, “lay down with me, let’s talk or something. you never even told me how your day was, stupid.”

“i usually don’t tell you about my day though, i just listen to you.” he obliges, laying down next to you but still maintaining a distance. any closer and he might explode.

“then how about we start with that? did you do anything interesting?” you look over at him fondly, seeming as if you could see the gears turning in his head.

“um, i talked to kyungmin in class today before the bell rang. but i mainly just listened to music the rest of the day?” he said, “besides when i was hanging out with you.”

“aww, i get your full attention?”

“well if you put it like that then i guess.” he blushes.

“you’re funny haem, get into any drama?” you lean yourself on your forearms.

“besides the usual people whispering about me? but you know i don’t mind that much..” he ponders back to his school day but comes up with nothing.

“i wish people knew you like i did. i don’t understand why everyone has to be such an asshole.” you scoot slightly closer to him, lying your head down on his stomach.

“it– it’s fine i told you it doesn’t really bother me.” his breath hitches when you make contact with the thin material of his shirt. your face was smushed against him as you listened to what he had to say.

“it still kind of sucks either way, i’m sure there’s a lot of things on your mind even if you say you don’t care.” you assume, making him curious.

“things on my mind?”

“oh! i know we don’t really talk about..” you pause, “mushy feelings, i guess? it doesn’t matter to me, but everyone has them y’know? it must be hard to hear everyone paint you out to be someone you’re not.”

“i’m sorry that i don’t tell you much, y/n.” he says seriously.

“huh? haem you know me better than that, i would never force you to tell me anything.” you assure him sincerely, but that only makes him frown.

“we’ve been friends forever, you should know these things about me.” he whispers.

“don’t beat yourself about it, please?” you trace figures on the sides of his arms, giving him goosebumps

he doesn’t say anything for a second, thinking about what exactly he wants to tell you. trying to figure out if his intention was to let you know what happens in the deepest crevice of his mind. would you run away from him? would he forget your grasp?

“i was kind of, a messed up kid.” he started, “there was a point where it felt like i had to teach myself how to live. and i don’t think you know how much you actually helped me from anxiety as a kid, and now too. i’ve grown so much from you. even if you can’t tell, i can.”

“haemin, you didn’t have to tell me that.” you furrow your eyebrows, worried that the boy is forcing himself.

“i want to, y/n.” he affirms.

“then i’ll listen.” you nodded, letting your fingertips rest against his. he intertwines the both of your hands suddenly.

“i’ve always felt like a monster, and it became so clear that people saw me like that too. i might be the person that doesn’t talk to many people, or that my resting face is too intimidating, but it made me tough if anything.” he lets out a shaky exhale, “but i’m still scared that i’m not good enough.”

“they’re so incredibly stupid for not treating you like– a normal person. you’re perfect haemin, believe me.” you responded sadly.

“there’s so many other things i’m terrified of, y/n. you’re the pink in my cheeks, but i’m also scared cause that means i’m a little bit soft.”

“haem.. i make you soft?”

“how could you not?” he laughs in slight disbelief, “i used to think that, being in love with you would be a problem, but i’m starting to think it’s a good problem to have.”

“you don’t even know how nice it is to hear that. i’ve liked you too, haemin. at one point i started to get defensive whenever a classmate would ask me to talk to you for them.” you confess, burying your hands in your face.

“you’ve had a crush on me too?”

“like you said, how can i not?”

“then what does that mean for us..?” he questions.

“i don’t know exactly. we stop being friends most likely.” his eyes go wide, making you giggle, “then we try something more instead. how does boyfriend and girlfriend sound?”

“i could get used to this, then.” a smile plays on his face.

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minkkumaz · 10 months

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YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO FEEL UNLOVED

there used to be so much love there, just two people completely infatuated with one another. you've been through so much with haemin, and you thought maybe he'd fight for your relationship. but even after all this hurt part of you still loved him.

PAIRING jung haemin x fem!reader WC 2.0k TAGS lovers to exes. angst. growing apart. asshole haemin. somewhat a timeline of denial to acceptance. miscommunication. OMI NOTE another little something for my @woonhakist because i love writing for her. except unlike prince sungho it's actually angst. sorry sungho ur getting booted out of this. this has been in my drafts for about a month but now i'm motivated to get it done for u hehe. i hope you like. ^_^ (inspired by just me by rin)

the skys were clouded with pillows of dark gray. it had been rainy recently, the smell of wet pavement becoming more distinguishable as it continued. you wanted to assume that maybe it was his fault. the reason behind why your days were always so dark.

it was common to fear the unknown. being innocently unaware of what was going on behind the scenes was slowly eating at your insides; making you feel as if you were the dead carcass of a street animal, being fed on by rats.

things were different recently, he was different. haemin was going out more than usual, a breath of fresh air in comparison to the introverted persona you were used to. despite your worries, he convince you that you didn’t need to know where he was all the time.

“i’m just hanging out with kyungmin and a few other friends. do you have to be so worried?” he groaned.

“it’s not like that, haem! i just got curious…”

shouldn’t you be glad? that feeling of relief knowing he was blooming into a person that could celebrate with others. it was growth, but not in the way you expected. more or less, he was growing into someone unrecognizable.

phone dials were met with an empty line. and even when he did answer, he ended the call with a simple ‘bye’ and not ‘i love you more.’

still, you loved him to the moon and back. every couple went through a rough patch, you understood that when you agreed to be with him. though it was difficult to convince yourself you were content with how things were playing out.

often you took long walks to distract yourself from the unread text messages. it was this time at noon that was most gloomy. your umbrella collected droplets of water, dripping down the side to barely avoid you.

you saw couples on the streets, holding hands happily. they took photos together and shared hot drinks with eachother to battle the slight cold. you envied them.

because in your head, that position seemed almost unreachable. he was so far away from you, farther than you could even realize. what used to be something special between your heart and his wasn’t recognizable.

that day, you stopped going on walks. everything reminded you of the boy that was falling out of love. you came home quickly, trying to outrun your own thoughts. the bronze plate with your apartment number came into view as you dug through your bag to get the keys.

fumbling with the lock for a second, you finally open up to your home. immediately your gaze lands on an extra pair of shoes by the door, making your heart skip a beat slightly. tugging off your own, you set down your umbrella in a corner to dry.

when walking farther into the house, you see haemin sitting comfortably on the couch. he looked busy on his cell phone, paying almost no mind to your presence.

“haem! i didn’t know you would be home, where were you?” you smile fondly, letting yourself sit next to him.

“oh. i was just out for a bit.” he barley acknowledged your existence, angling his phone slightly away from your view. you noticed this, but said nothing.

“did you have fun? it was pretty rainy out today so i hope you weren’t cold.”

“yeah, it was fine.”

“that’s good! did you eat while you were out? i can always make us something for dinner, though i do need to get some groceries–”

“are you done with your questions?” he said bitterly, setting down the device to look at you.

“i’m sorry haem, we just haven’t spoken in awhile and i wanted to see how your day was.” you said in a whisper.

“don’t be so clingy, y/n. we see eachother everyday.” he tells you.

“oh. you’re right, i don’t know why i was being so silly.”

“mhm.” he mumbles under his breath before getting up from his seat towards the bathroom.

after the door shut behind him, the pit at the bottom of your stomach grew deeper. this wasn’t like him at all. the excitement that would underlie his stoic demeanor because all the love he had for you was overflowing disappeared. could you even call it love when you didn’t exactly know what it was?

every romantic word hes ever told you felt meaningless; what happened to ‘you’re so pretty, y/n. you’re so sweet?’

you could hear haemin’s muffled voice from down the hall, before movement of caps and containers echoed the bathroom walls. it sounded like he was on a call with somebody. he came out soon after, shaking the remaining drops of water off of his clean hands.

“i’m going out.” he calls out to you before pulling his coat off the rack.

“wait! didn’t you just go out? i can go with you if you’d like!”

“no, i’ll be out late and i know you get agitated if you’re in public for too long.”

“can’t you just stay in for a little then? what about a movie night like we always used to have?” you rushed over to him, desperate to spend any sort of time together, “i just miss you haem..”

“did anything i say get into your head? you don’t need to so clingy, i’m just going out with a couple friends.”

“haemin…” you reached out to his hand, fingertips barely getting the chance to touch him before he was pulling away like you were the plague.

“god. i can’t do this anymore, y/n. i just want to live without you bothering me constantly!” he complains, sliding both of his shoes on forcefully.

“what is that supposed to mean?” you furrow your eyebrows worriedly.

“it means that i’m having a hard time pretending like i haven’t fallen out of love with you.” he sighs, “just give it a break, y/n. you knew were never going to last."

it felt like your world was collapsing around you. there was a confused look on his face as you stood there silently, trying not to cry. you wondered what it felt like to die, and if it felt anything like this.

they say your life flashes before your eyes, yet all that flashed was memories of what you and haemin used to be. you felt stupid to think that maybe it was salvageable, but the sorry truth hurt much more than this ill fantasy.

“but you promised me. you promised me that we would work through everything together, haem. was that a lie?” you choked.

“i wouldn’t make an empty promise like that, don’t twist my words.” he muttered.

“i’m not twisting anything! when you first confessed to me you said so many sweet things and promised to always–”

“i said give it up. that was almost a year ago, okay? you can’t expect me to keep a promise like that for so long.”

“are you serious right now haemin? after all that we’ve been through?” you uttered with a hurt tone.

“i cared about you, okay? but i can’t handle this anymore.”

“you’re my first boyfriend, i– i can’t let you go without at least talking first!” your words came out as a broken sob, but haemin only looked at you with disgust.

“and you were my worst.” he scoffed, “i can’t be with someone who isn’t mature enough to understand when i need time away.”

“but–”

“don’t even look at me right now, y/n.. i don’t want to hear you speak. i’ll come back and get my things later.” he leaves you with a bitter ending, before leaving out the door.

watching the love of your life leave you with no closure and not a second word was starting to physically pain you. you felt yourself drop to your knees as his sentences rung in your mind, stringing themselves into a sequence of utmost heartbreak.

cold hardwood floors comforted the red - hot heat that began to rise up your face like a wild fire. you were embarrassed of yourself, disappointed that you couldn’t grow enough for him to see you. see that you could change.

and while he was out with no doubt in his mind that he made the right decision, your world was shattering in the comfort of the home you used to share with him.

the only time he messaged you was him asking for you to pack up all of his stuff for an easier pickup. it was clear he didn’t want to see you anymore than he had to. would he see how mature you had become in the four hours he was gone if you obeyed him?

boxing up all of his things neatly, you stripped every memory the two of you ever shared together. your house feeling ever so empty from the lack of love, trapped in between cardboard walls.

for what it was worth, you attempted to write a note to send off with him. however, your vision was too blurry with your tears, and you couldn’t keep them in. the smudged ink added for dramatic effect, but it was too much that it was impossible to read coherent words.

your head was scrambled everywhere, and for a second you thought he was right when he said you were immature. it felt like when you were back in highschool giving him silly love notes to hide in his backpack pocket. it reminded you of how he said that they were all still there, as he never bothered to clean them out.

why couldn’t things be the way that they used to? throwing away so much because there was a lack of communication. you wanted to see him, be with him. feel the pure touch of his lips sending shockwaves to your beating heart.

but since that day, you never saw him once. rushing to grab all of his things and get out of your life, barely escaping your desperate grasp. what was once a fond moment became a distant daydream.

you were so blinded by your infatuation for him, despite the fact he never thought of you like that. once again you failed to understand much.

and things only got harder from then on, your plush pillow absorbing your tears. the air in your room only grew heavier as time continued.

at first days, then weeks, and months were going by that you gave him so much love from afar. a comfortable distance through your phone screen where he couldn’t spit such hurtful words to you again. it was difficult to bear with his selfish sense of care.

stalking him on social media didn’t get you anywhere really. he already moved on from you. though you were unsure whether your jealousy blossomed from the fact that she was beautiful, or that he moved on extremely fast. maybe it was both.

posts of his hand intertwined with hers, captioned with cheesy song lyrics that used to hold so much meaning to you. your music taste always tended to rub off on him.

there were long paragraphs declaring how much she meant to him, and how she was such a breath of fresh air in comparison to his past relationships. these sacred words that used to be yours. and while you remembered what the two of you had together, he could only think of her.

still, you loved him.

but things got easier, even when you thought they wouldn’t. it took some time for you to realize that being alone was a lot easier on the heart.

there was a big takeaway from this, being that the only thing he taught you what it was like to feel unloved. though everything that happened when things were okay, you’d never take for granted.

the sky felt brighter, and you made your walks frequent again. you remembered thinking how dreary he’d make your days seem, but it felt like you were finally able to see the sun again. because throughout the multitude of stars in the galaxy, one always shone the brightest.

even when you were blinded by a haze, it was still there. maybe you were the star.

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