okay sorry i know i’m super late to this but this blog is literally just for shits and giggles so #notmyproblem

you can call me rin!!

hyunjin biased if that wasn’t obvious already (ik it was)

mind you i don’t actually have a real posting schedule btw i just come online whenever i have time :(

still trying to figure stuff out on tumblr bc #wattpadgirly

here’s the link to my masterlist

i mostly write for skz and maya’s favourite ppl (it’s mingyu and jk [i’m still only considering writing for jk])

anyways you’re free to blurt out whatever is on your mind!! no judgement here this is a safe space ❤️

Moving fast until it breaks [L.MH] [Pt.II]

warnings: angst again ofc :(
here’s a playlist for this entire series!!
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The breeze had turned cooler, not that either of you had noticed. It had been quite a long day, and though it was tiring, it wasn’t the bad kind. No, not even close. How could it be bad when it was spent with him? You both were seated on a sidewalk down the road from your house, the time already indicating the start of a new day. But you were still stuck in yesterday, mind still reeling from all the fun you guys had at the amusement park just a few hours ago.

You had failed to notice the chill in the air with the way Minho’s fingers lingered against yours— close, but not quite holding on.

The laughter had died down now, replaced with an almost sacred tranquility found, or rather created, only in his presence.

“Hey.” his voice was low, almost unsure. Minho was never unsure.

You dared to look him in the eyes, and suddenly the remnants of the warmth you had left felt like they were slipping away.

“There’s something i have to tell you.” The way he said it sent a shiver down your spine, because deep down, you knew.

You knew whatever he was gonna say would break you apart, you knew it would tear your heart up into shreds and leave you aching in a way you’ve never been left before. But you stayed silent, instead letting him speak.

“I’m leaving.” The words sat in the air, heavy and unsettling. It made you sick to your stomach. All the love you had stored in your heart threatened to spill out right from your throat.
“Leaving?” You asked, voice betraying the inner turmoil you were facing.

He inhaled deeply, as if trying to steady himself. As if he didn’t trust himself enough to keep repeating this action the longer he looked at your face. “Yeah, I got in. To the company, i mean. Training starts next week.”

For a second, all you could hear was the sound of rustling leaves and the faint thumping of your own heart. The silence was deafening. You could hear your own heart breaking if it got any quieter.

Minho had always dreamed of this. You knew that. You’d been on the receiving end of his rants about wanting to become an idol, you’d been there during almost, if not all of his dance practices, you heard the way he hummed songs to himself, hoping one day he could pour his heart out in the same way in front of thousands of people.

This was his dream. 

So why did it feel like a nightmare?

“That’s- that’s amazing, Min.” You choked out, forcing a smile he saw right through.

He always did.

“There’s more.” he continued. “The company, they have rules. For trainees. No distractions, no-“ his voice faltered. He didn’t have to finish the sentence for you to know. He couldn’t get himself to, either.

No contact.

No you.

“Oh.” That was all you could say. What else was there, anyways?

It was ridiculous, really. You’d been warned before. He’d made it clear. A relationship would just end in doom, you knew it. Then why did you always show up at his place anytime his ‘cats missed you’? Why was he always there for you when he ‘just felt like you needed company’? You didn’t stop yourself. Nor did he. 

No one else was to blame but you. 

He let out a breathy, humourless laugh. “Yeah. Oh.”

A lump formed in your throat, so painful it almost escaped in a choked sob. You wanted to say something— anything. Tell him it wasn’t fair, that you didn’t care, that you’d wait, that you could be something— anything— as long as he didn’t disappear. You wanted to scream, cry, punch, yell— you wanted to do something, but you knew better. He’d already started bottling up moments, treating them as souvenirs. Something to look back at, not forward to.

So instead of trying to convince him, like every fibre of your being was screaming at you to, you just smiled. It wobbled a bit at the edges, but you held it anyways. “You’re going to be amazing, Min.”
His jaw clenched. His fingers twitched. But he didn’t reach out for you.

“Yeah. I hope so.”

Neither of you said anything after that. You didn’t trust your voice, he didn’t trust himself.

And when you got up off that sidewalk for the last time while he didn’t even dare to move an inch, you didn’t look back. This was the only time you’d be leaving him.

And looking back would make it impossible. 

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warnings: none!! just some jungkook fluff for my beloved @zzzmayalol i wld recommend listening to amoeba by clairo while reading <3 enjoy!!

“Hey baby.” you said, slipping into the space beside him on the couch just as easily as you did into his heart. He put his phone down and motioned you to get on his lap. 

“hey, pretty.” he had an amused grin on his face, eyes shining bright as if he was looking at a star plucked right out of the solar system. “what’s up?”

“So, um. Funny idea, actually. You can absolutely say no-“ you started.

“Yes.” He deadpanned.
“What?”
“I said yes, pretty. You have my permission.” He grinned at you. You could’ve sworn your heart did somersaults.

“But you don’t even know what i’m planning to do, kookie.” you said through a chuckle. “What if i was planning on harvesting your organs to go out and sell them?”
“With an eyeshadow palette? I don’t think so.”

You rolled your eyes, though your action had no bite to it. Man, he had you right where he wanted you. Always. He never even had to try.

“Alright. You caught me. Can i colour your tattoos?”
“You know the answer, baby.”

It had been about twenty minutes since then. You decided just the eyeshadow wouldn’t be enough so you went and looked for the markers you swore were in your room somewhere. You were straddling his lap, holding his wrist in your hand like it was the most precious thing in the world. His tattoos were mostly all bold and intimidating, all sharp lines and deep ink. But right now? they were covered in all different hues of blue, pink and little stars and doodles here and there.

“You think this one deserves a permanent spot here?” he said, motioning towards the little star you’d drawn where his palm connected to his wrist. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, not quite looking up. You were so focused. He found it adorable. 

“I’m saying, I wanna make it real. Let’s get matching tattoos? I’ll draw it on your shoulder. Or wherever you’d like. If you want to, of course.”
You were malfunctioning. Your boyfriend of a little over a year just suggested getting matching tattoos with you? while you were sitting on his lap? your heart felt like it was purposely trying it’s best to thump right out of your chest.

He just watched you with a lazy smile as you visibly froze up in his lap, but his expression softened a little when you didn’t respond. “Hey, it’s okay if you d-“ You cut him off with a soft kiss. You didn’t really trust your words as of now, totally caught off guard by his suggestion to even think. 

One thing was for sure, though. There was absolutely no one else you would rather do this with.

“I’m guessing that’s a yes, then?” he chuckled against your lips, going back to kissing you with a tenderness that made you wonder if he thought you were made of glass, or something so precious that he wouldn’t even dare to taint it with his touch.

Well, atleast to him you were.

“You might have to start charging for this. You’re too dedicated.” he teased.

“You could never afford me.” You said through a chuckle, eyes focused on the part of his forearm you were busy colouring. 

His fingers absentmindedly traced circles on your knee. “If it means you’ll keep touching me like this, I’d give you everything.” 

Your hand paused, warmth rising up your neck. But before you could react, he leaned in and kissed your nose. “Keep going, Picasso.” he murmured.

You tried pretending to be unimpressed, but the way the corners of your mouth tilted up just a little gave it away. “Fine, but no smudging my masterpiece.”

He just chuckled, letting you turn his tough tattoos into something entirely yours, just like he was.

warnings: ANGST!!!! had to get it out of my system.
sorry in advance!! idk why tumblr fucks up the picture quality
here’s playlist for this entire series!!
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You were sitting side by side on a park bench. It was usually always like this, tranquil moments spent in his company. He was always by your side, no matter what time it was, or where you were. If you were there, so was he.

The sun hung low in the sky, basking you both in its warmth. Not that you needed any more with Minho seated right beside you. He gently nudged your knee with his, a silent demand for attention. 

“Look. That cloud looks like a cat.” He said, pointing towards an utterly deformed cloud. You squinted. “That looks nothing like a cat, Min.” 

“Okay, maybe a cat after it got run over by reality.” he mused, making you snort. 

You shook your head while laughing, and he looked at you, grinning. He was utterly pleased with himself, as if making you laugh had been his only goal all along.

“You’re impossible” you sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder.
“Impossibly funny? damn right I am.” he said, leaning tilting his head to lean against yours. You just rolled your eyes in response, though you knew he couldn’t see that.

The air smelled like late summer, with a hint of his cologne and a scent that was so incredibly him. You felt the moment make it’s home in your bones, the kind of memory that doesn’t demand attention but just lingers, soft and quiet.

His fingers brushed against yours, a casual, familiar touch that sent sparks throughout your entire body even now. He never even needed to hold your hand fully- just this, the ghost of a touch. Like a promise he was too scared to say out loud. 

“You always do that.” you whispered into the air.

He hummed, “Do what?”

“Act like you’re memorising things. Like you’re keeping them for later, as a souvenir or something. Keepsake? i dunno.”

A breeze passed by, rustling the trees around you. A pleasant sound that went straight to your heart.

He didn’t say anything, he just laughed. A small, breathy laugh as he nudged you a little closer. “Maybe i am.”

And you didn’t know it then. You hadn’t even realised in the warmth and the coziness of the moment, not in the way he looked at you, like you were something worth remembering. Not in the way he looked at you like he would miss you forever.

But that was the last time you sat on that bench together.

COME WHEN YOU CALL [K.SM]

Seungmin x Fem!Reader

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warnings: none!!! except swearing lol bc its seungmin bffr [but if i have to warn u abt swearing u shldnt be on this app in the first place xx]
tbh i was thinking of doing this with minho and hyunjin too lmk if you want it :p [it cld be angst too tho]

You never had to ask twice with Seungmin. Actually, you barely even had to ask. That was just the kind of person he was. If you needed him, he was there. No questions asked, no hesitation whatsoever. 

So when his screen lit up with your name at just a minute past 2 am, he knew. he always knew.

You didn’t even say anything when he picked up. Just hearing your shaky exhale was more than a good enough reason for him to grab his car keys and make his way to your place. Almost as if your breathing was the equivalent of you calling out to him.
“Where are you?” his voice was firm, but soft. The kind of softness you could only hear in a lover’s voice, which is what he yearned to be. And so did you, but that was a conversation for later. 

“Rooftop.” your voice was small; tired.

“Stay there.” a short pause. Then softer, “I’ll be there in five.”

And of course he was. One thing about Seungmin? He was always true to his word. If he’s given it, he will live up to it.

When he arrived, he found you exactly as he knew he would. Back against the wall, knees to your chest, just sitting there while a soft tune played on your phone. It was your favourite song, he recognised. He sighed, giving you that look of fond exasperation somehow mixed with the most smitten heart eyes. Something only you could pull out of him. 

“You need to stop doing this.” he muttered, dropping his hoodie over your shoulders before plopping down next to you. “Soda?” you offered. it was his favourite one. You knew he wouldn’t say no. 

“You think i came here, balls deep into the night, to have soda with you?” he asked. He had a way with words, that one. “Well, obviously not. But i’m being polite. i got your favourite because i missed you. Have it.” you said, a playful edge to your voice. It wasn’t quite as chirpy as other times though. And he noticed, of course.

He didn’t reject the soda, but he had it in silence beside you. “I meant it, you know? your sleep schedule is fucked. you need to stop doing this.” he scolded, but his voice was far too soft for it to be considered a scolding. “You need to stop coming when i call.” you teased, although your voice lacked the usual mirth it always had. 

He let out a scoff, which was almost a laugh but not quite. “You know that’s not happening. You call, i come. Always.” he said as he pulled his hoodie over your hands to warm them up. 

Your heart clenched at his words. With Seungmin, there weren’t any grand declarations of love. Just the quiet, steady kind. The kind that made sure you never had to open your soda cans, or peel your fruit. The kind that meant sharing songs and puppy videos he thought you’d like regardless of where you were or what time it was. The kind that made sure you never had to walk home alone. You get the idea.

You weren’t upset, initially. It was just one of those days. One of those days when thinking about him turned to missing him, and missing him turned to craving him. It was inevitable, really. But you weren’t gonna tell him that. Not yet, atleast. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you up.” you whispered out, as if it was a secret you had to keep. 

He rolled his eyes in response. “As if i was asleep anyways.” he muttered, but the slight dishevel of his hair and the fatigue in his eyes spoke volumes before his words could. You chose not to comment on it. 

“You know, you can call me whenever. Even if it’s the asscrack of dawn, or a bright sunny morning. Even if it’s just because you can’t sleep.” his voice was gentle, almost reverent. “Even if it’s nothing.”

His words made your breath hitch. He didn’t dare to look at you when he said it, but you could see the honesty radiating off of his profile. The way the stars reflected in his eyes, almost as if that was their home. The way his fingers tapped against his knees, like he was nervous about just how much he meant those words. The slight furrow in his brow, giving away his worries like he’s given his heart out to you countless times without you even realising.

His words settle in your chest. Warm and steady, just like him.

Seungmin— stupid, annoying, perfect Seungmin— just smiled and bumped his shoulder against yours. 

“So, are we gonna sit here sulking or am i taking you out for ice cream?”

You blinked up at him, almost as if you were processing his words. “At—“ you checked the time. And he let you, looking at your face with an amused expression. “2.46 am?”

“At 2.46 am.” he confirmed, tugging at his your hoodie strings to engulf your face like a mischievous child. “You already dragged me out. might as well make it worth my time.”

You were grinning before you even realised it. 

He never said the words out loud, but you felt them anyway. 

Because, to him, love sounded a lot like “I’ll be there soon.” 

And to you, it was the same. Just in his voice.

MASTERLIST!!

🥨 for smut, 🌼 for fluff and ⚠️ for angst :(

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ oneshots/series ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆

Moving fast until it breaks [l.mh x reader] [part I] ⚠️

Moving fast until it breaks [l.mh x reader] [part II] ⚠️

Come When You Call [k.sm x fem!reader] 🌼

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ drabblez ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Overcoming your fear of heights ft. Hyunjin 🌼

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ requests ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Mingyu x Fem!Reader 🥨 🌼

childhood bestfriends to strangers to lovers, mutual pining and tension <3

Bangchan x Fem!Reader 🥨 🌼

you mistakenly let your baby fever show, but mistakes are indeed just happy accidents

Hyunjin x Fem!Reader 🥨 🌼

being hyunjin’s girlfriend had a loooong list of pros. this just happened to be one of them

Jungkook x Reader 🌼

colouring his tattoos and having fun while he makes you blush <3