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falling out of love with mark

a/n: dropping this right before the firstfruit comes out is a little evil of me but oh well 😋

Why? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

dreamies when you actually break up with your bf

an; just had a lot of ppl ask for a pt 2 of this so i thought, why not.... should've stayed in the drafts 💔

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OMG YESSSSS FINALLY 🩷💐💐🩷🩷 TYVM PRETTY

dreamies asking you if you broke up with your bf

an; requested!dreamies when they have a crush on you and jokingly ask you if you broke up with your bf

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😞 I need the ver. When y/n finally says "I'm single"

my boyfriend's in a band - pjs

A/N: thank you for the 95 followers!

For laterrrr

10000/10 💐🩷🩷🩷🩷

cute/fun tag game

drop your picrew and a photo of your bias!

me ☆ my bias ☆

🏷️ : @yutarot @hearts4hyunjae @cigsaftersuh @ten-ge @stolasisyourparent @90slovejeno @winwintea @polarisjisung @yoshit-he-dinosaur @yizhrt @spacejip @lyvhie @chenlezip @ayukas @cozyczennie @cheers2hani @sungbites @blondemrk @dudekiss3r + anyone else who wants to join!

my boyfriend's in a band - pjs

A/N: thank you for the 95 followers!

For laterrrr

mark first solo album “the firstfruit” contains a total of 13 tracks

- title track ‘1999’

- album completely based on the inspiration drawn from four cities that have served a solid foundation to mark (toronto, his hometown ; new york, city where he first moved ; vancouver, where he spent his school days ; seoul, where he pursues his dream as an artist)

- the 13 tracks are organized into four sections based on the emotions and atmosphere he felt from each cities.

- this album is a culmination of mark’s growth and musical journey, from his childhood to becoming a member of the group nct , and then standing tall as a solo artist.

- it marks the first fruit of his continuous efforts and challenges, making it a meaningful album not only for mark but also for all his supportive fans.

© 0802lees

Some idiot: "Why are you reading your own fic, that's shallow and stupid"

All fanfic writers and writers everywhere: "Who the fuck do you think I wrote it for?!"

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LIKE WE JUST MET…

a/n: white texts are from the beginning of your relationship and black are from the present 😬

I'm going to read this one after work today if I cry am blaming you 😭

Yeah I cry :(

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LIKE WE JUST MET…

a/n: white texts are from the beginning of your relationship and black are from the present 😬

I'm going to read this one after work today if I cry am blaming you 😭

tetris

PAIRING ↬ gamer!park jisung x fem!reader (feat. zhong chenle)

TAGS ↬ fluff, action, romance, some angst, hidden feelings, 80s au, video game competitions, unrequited love or so he thought, best friend's girlfriend trope, winwin shows up randomly i love you my winsung anon

SUMMARY ↬ living up to the pressures of becoming a famous tetris player might be hard for a guy like park jisung. but it's much more difficult when the girl he’s got a crush on may actually be his best friend's girlfriend.

WORD COUNT ↬ 10.1k words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ↬ happy birthday queen @viasdreams !!! hope you enjoy as much as i had writing this (i suffered) and thank you to @polarisjisung for usual for being my beta reader <33. also i know tetris came out late 80s and was popular during the early 90s too but for aesthetic purposes im saying 80s

PLAYLIST ↬ saturday night - bay city rollers; tetoris - hiiragi magnetite; jessie’s girl - rick springfield; working for the weekend - loverboy; shoot to thrill - ac/dc; don’t play games - martin jensen; i’m still standing - elton john; cherry bomb - the runaways; hold on tight - aespa; one way or another - blondie; i ran - a flock of seagulls; choose your fighter - ava max

THE FIRST TIME PARK JISUNG PLACED HIS HANDS ON AN ARCADE MACHINE, HE WAS HOOKED.

When he felt the rough texture of the joystick, he felt a tremor in his chest. It wasn’t fear, nor excitement, but something in between. The flicker of the screen pulled him into a world he didn’t yet understand but felt desperate to explore.

The arcade around him was alive, buzzing with the electric hum of machines, the crash of digital waves, and the clatter of coins. Yet, in this moment, all the chaos faded into one singular thing: the falling blocks on the screen.

His fingers hovered over the controls, trembling. When they pressed down, the buttons responded with a slight resistance that grounded him, pulled him into the world on the screen. The joystick was smoother than he expected, gliding under his unsure grip. The first piece—a long, yellow bar—fell into place. Then another. And another.

For Jisung, the world seemed to shift with each line he cleared. These weren’t just blocks; they were each a piece of himself, shifting and rearranging to fit into something bigger. Each ping from the machine was a quiet reassurance, telling him that for once, he was doing something right.

The weight of his usual insecurities were being lifted, then replaced by an unfamiliar confidence. His heart raced, not from anxiety but from a kind of joy he didn’t think he was allowed to feel. This machine didn’t care about how shy he was, how awkward his words sounded, or how he tended to shrink away when the world got too loud. All it asked was that he see the shapes, find the patterns, and keep going.

For the first time in his life, he felt like he’d found something. A purpose.

For my day off 🙂‍↕️

[I just want you to know who I am]

INTRO: " and I give up forever to touch you" Is all I need to explain this short story

NOTE: This imagine is inspired by the song "Iris" by The Goo Goo Dolls.

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Soulmates.

In this world, everything revolves around soulmates.

On your 18th birthday, a small tattoo appears on your wrist — a clue to guide you to your other half.

If you can't find them within five years, the universe steps in, etching their full name into your skin, giving a final chance.

But fate isn’t always kind.

If you still can’t find them, or if they’re no longer alive, your heart protects itself the only way it can. It strips you of every emotion, leaving you numb to the world.

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It was a normal Tuesday.

The café buzzed with quiet conversations, the low hum of life moving on without you. The cold coffee in front of you sat untouched, the bitter liquid half-empty, half-full — a perfect reflection of how you felt. Or maybe, how you didn’t feel at all.

You lifted your gaze, watching the world through tired eyes. Couples lingered at tables, fingers intertwined, matching tattoos peeking out from beneath sleeves like little promises from the universe. Soulmates. Everywhere you looked, love clung to people like second skin, a reminder of what you never had.

It had been almost eight years. Eight years of searching, hoping, breaking. And still, you were alone.

The universe, it seemed, had a cruel sense of humor. You traced your fingers over the faded star on your left wrist, the skin warm beneath your touch. Below it, a name curved along your bone in delicate ink: Mark Lee.

The name appeared three years ago, a lifeline you clung to with trembling hands. You tried. For two relentless years, you chased every lead, whispered his name like a prayer, hoping fate would answer. But fate stayed silent. And eventually, you stopped asking.

Now, the countdown pressed against your chest like a weight. In a few months, your time would run out, and whatever fragile piece of you still clung to hope would shatter. You’d wake up, and everything would be gone. No more sadness, no more longing. No more anything.

Maybe that wasn’t so bad.

Life had already unraveled beneath your feet. You lost your job. Friends faded away like ghosts. Each day bled into the next, an endless loop of empty routines. Maybe losing your emotions was just the final step — maybe the universe was doing you a kindness.

You let out a shaky breath, fingers curling around the coffee cup just to feel something, anything. The porcelain burned against your skin, but the ache was muted, distant. Like it didn’t really belong to you anymore.

Maybe it never did.

You looked at the watch on your right wrist, it was time to go back home. You stood up and after a few seconds you were already out.

The door swung shut behind you with a hollow thud, sealing in the hum of conversation and the clink of cups. Outside, the world was gray. The sky hung low, bloated with heavy clouds, and the air smelled like rain — sharp, metallic, inevitable.

You stepped onto the sidewalk just as the first drop hit your cheek, a cold kiss from the sky. Then another. And another. Within moments, the heavens split open, and the rain poured down in relentless sheets, drenching you in seconds.

You didn’t run. Didn’t flinch.

You just stood there, letting the water seep into your clothes, cling to your skin, blur the world around you. People rushed past, huddled under umbrellas, ducking into doorways, laughter and shouts echoing through the downpour. But no one noticed you.

Of course they didn’t.

You tilted your head back, eyes fluttering shut as raindrops slid down your face like mock tears. It had been so long since you’d cried, you almost forgot what it felt like. Maybe this was the closest you’d get.

The weight in your chest throbbed, an ache so familiar it almost felt like comfort. You pressed your hand against your wrist, fingers brushing over the inked name — Mark Lee — the letters raised like a scar.

Somewhere out there, he existed. Or maybe he didn’t. Maybe he was already gone, and you were mourning a ghost you never got to meet.

Maybe that was why the universe made you wait so long. To break you slowly, piece by piece, until you didn’t care anymore.

Until losing your emotions felt like mercy.

The rain clung to your lashes, blurred the streetlights into smudges of gold. You couldn’t tell if your chest felt heavy or hollow, only that something inside you was slipping, dissolving like sugar in water.

And still, you didn’t move.

Because standing there, soaked and shivering, with the name of a stranger etched into your skin, felt more real than anything had in years.

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You decided you were going to appreciate the world one last time before it faded away. Before the colors dulled, and the weight of existence slipped from your grasp. A few more days, and everything you’d ever felt — every scrap of joy, pain, and longing — would be gone.

And now, you were finally in Paris.

You wore a black dress, something delicate and simple, but you’d taken the time to fix your hair, to put on makeup. If this was your last chance to feel, to see beauty, you wanted to face it with grace.

The Musée d'Orsay hummed with quiet life, footsteps echoing against marble floors as visitors admired the art. You stood in front of Van Gogh’s Starry Night Over the Rhône, the deep blues and swirling stars pulling you in.

You traced the brushstrokes with your eyes, imagining his hands painting each one — the desperation, the need to pour his heart onto the canvas. Did he feel like this, too? Like his soul was slipping away?

The painting was beautiful, painfully so. It made your chest ache.

"It’s a pretty painting, isn’t it?"

The voice behind you was warm, low, and gentle enough to make your breath catch.

You turned slowly, and your heart nearly stopped.

He was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. Dark hair clung to his forehead, and his eyes — soft, dark, and deep enough to drown in — studied you with quiet curiosity.

"Indeed” you whispered, your eyes tracing the swirling night sky. "But… sad."

"Sad?" he echoed, stepping closer.

You swallowed, your fingers twitching at your side. "The stars are so bright, but they feel… unreachable. Like they’re shining for a world they can never touch." You exhaled shakily. "It’s lonely."

He was quiet for a moment, studying the painting like he was trying to see it through your eyes.

"I think the stars are hopeful” he said softly, his voice like a steadying hand. "They can’t touch the world, but they still light it up. Even if no one notices, they just… keep shining."

Your throat tightened. "Even if it doesn’t change anything?"

He nodded. "Even then."

You blinked back tears, staring at the painting until your vision blurred.

"I wish I could be like that” you whispered.

His voice dropped, gentle and almost unbearably kind.

"Maybe you already are."

He smiled, the kind of smile that felt like it could thaw something frozen inside you.

"You’re not from here, are you?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

You shook your head, words sticking to your throat.

"I’m Mark. Nice to meet you."

The world tilted.

Mark.

The name echoed through your skull like a thunderclap. Your pulse roared in your ears, your fingers curling into your dress as panic and hope collided so violently you thought you might shatter.

"I…" Your voice trembled. "I’m sorry if this sounds insane, but… can I ask your last name?"

His brows furrowed, confusion flickering across his face.

"It’s Lee” he said slowly. "Why?"

The room blurred. The painting, the people, Paris itself — it all disappeared.

Mark Lee.

Mark Lee.

The name carved into your wrist like a cruel joke. The name you’d chased for years, across cities and continents, only to end up here, on the other side of the world, face to face with the stranger the universe had promised you.

Your chest caved, and tears welled in your eyes before you could stop them.

"Hi, Mark” you breathed, voice breaking. "I’m Y/N”

His entire body stiffened. His eyes, those gentle eyes, went wide with shock as his lips parted, struggling to form words.

"It’s you?" he whispered, barely believing it himself.

You nodded, the weight of years crashing down on you all at once. The failed searches, the hopeless nights, the slow descent into numbness. All of it had led here.

And he was real.

Mark exhaled sharply, like he’d been holding his breath for years. Without thinking, he reached for your wrist, his fingers brushing over the faded star tattoo. His touch was so careful, so reverent, like he thought you might disappear.

"I looked for you” he said, voice rough. "I thought I’d lost you."

Your heart shattered.

"I thought I’d never find you” you whispered, tears slipping down your cheeks. "I thought I’d wake up and never feel anything again."

Mark let out a shaky laugh, swiping at his own damp face as he stared at you, overwhelmed.

"You found me” he whispered, like he was convincing himself. "We made it."

He pulled you into his arms, holding you as tightly as he could, and for the first time in years, you felt something other than despair.

You felt whole.

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YOU CAN NEVER FIX A HEART p.js

You never thought you’d see the day your life ended. That’s what it felt like anyway as you watched the man you’ve loved for more than half your life, whisper into the ear of his soon to be wife. Smiling ear to ear with a full glass of wine and in a suit and tie you knew was uncomfortable. He never liked to be dressed up. He preferred the more casual laid back look but you guess for a wedding a simple hoodie and a pair of sweatpants would be indecorous. 

You were here for him. Everyone knew that. But really, you shouldn’t be here. You know that, but you can’t bring yourself to leave. So you sit, spine stiff and hands clasped tight in your lap, watching the man you’ve loved for more than half your life smile at someone else like she’s the sun and he’s helpless to do anything but orbit. She was the world and you, you were just the people who inhabited her space. It’s the way he looks at her that twists the knife deeper, a soft fondness in his eyes that you used to think was yours alone. Your chest aches, breath catching painfully when he reaches over to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, thumb lingering at her cheek with a gentleness that’s almost reverent. She laughs, bright and carefree, and he smiles wider—like she hung the stars just for him. 

Ugly crying rn

sudden confessions

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: fluff, angst??

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: bff!haechan x bff!reader

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵/𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: college au, fear of unrequited love, they're oblivious it's disgusting

𝘸𝘤: 2300

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the soft buzz of students speaking could be heard as you took your seat in the lecture hall. you were determined to attend all your maths lectures this semester - even the 9am ones. looking around you spotted a few of your friends, some still asleep, some on their phone but one person you couldn't see. donghyuck, your best friend, was nowhere to be seen. it wasn’t unusual for him to skip a lecture, especially maths, nevertheless you still expected to find him when you scanned the auditorium. disappointed, you sighed as you took out your notebook and made a mental note to text him later.

the rest of the day went by quickly, going from lecture to lecture, finding some of your other friends later on. it was now nearing 5pm and still no word from donghyuck, which was very unlike him. you were currently in the library with mark, yeri and jaemin, studying (or pretending to) for your upcoming exams.

"hey, have any of you guys heard from hyuck today?" you asked, looking up from your notes. jaemin shook his head.

"yeah, he said he couldn't be bothered for todays lectures." mark replied to your question.

"oh..." you said, confused. you shared a look with yeri that spoke more than words. you weren't even upset, just disappointed and confused. shrugging you went back to your notes, trying to remove a certain brunette from your mind.

you finally got home later in the evening after a (un)successful study session. having had enough university for one day, you decided to make a quick dinner and relax when your phone sounded with a notification.

"movie night?" read a text from donghyuck. you raised your eyebrows, debating your answer. with a sigh you typed back, "be over in 20". knowing that donghyuck was coming over, you included him in your dinner and brought out a few snacks. despite the excitement building inside you, you still couldn't help but feel nervous and unprepared. he makes you feel nervous, yet you couldn't exactly figure out why...

25 minutes later there was a knock on your door.

"puncual," you said opening it. outside your apartment stood a smiling donghyuck with his hands in his pockets.

"happy to see you too, y/n", he said sarcastically. you rolled your eyes and opened the door further to allow him to come in. you walked back to the kitchen, donghyuck following close behind. he leaned forward on the counter, looking at you as you prepared a meal for the two of you.

"so," you started, "what's with the disappearing act?" you said, not turning around.

donghyuck looked around your apartment, clearly avoiding the question, "i don't know what you mean". now you turned around and raised an eyebrow, looking at him incredulously. a small part of you couldn't help but wonder if he didn't show up today to avoid you.

"okay, i just didn't want to go today. we had shitty classes." he rolled his eyes, not meeting yours. donghyuck normally showed up to most of your lectures - more often than you did - he took his studies surprisingly seriously.

"i don't buy it," you replied, turning back to the pots on the stove. donghyuck sighed and burried his face in his hands.

"i just..." he took a deep breath "i don't know, i've been feeling weird." he finally said.

you furrowed your eyebrows, "how do you mean?" you said as you moved to the counter, standing opposite him. he couldn’t hold eye contact with you, knowing you were the cause of his misunderstood feelings. meanwhile you were wondering whether you did something to cause him feeling this way.

"just like...things are changing, and i can't do anything about it. even though, i so badly want to avoid this i just feel like i can't anymore." he speaks quietly, like he's afraid of saying these things.

"you're not making any sense..." you said with a confused expression. trying your hardest not to show it, you started to piece together his words and your heart did a few flips. donghyuck waved his hand, dismissing his words.

"nevermind, i'll get over it." he said, moving over to sit on your couch. you looked at him for a bit longer as he picked out a movie on your tv, before moving to sit next to him with two plates in your hands.

the both of you ate the dinner you made, and managed to finish three bags of sweets. now the two of you were laying legs up on the couch in your apartment.

"i'm going to die," you said dramatically, hands on your stomach "why did you let me eat so much?"

donghyuck widened his eyes, "don't put this on me!". you turned your head to look at him, and he did the same. after a short while the both of you burst out laughing.

"come on. i'll carry you, since it's all my fault," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and standing from the couch. you smiled at him and outstreched your arms. he carefully picked you up, carrying you bridal style to your bedroom. you suddenly became aware of his hold on you, and how it was making you feel. you felt safe. before your mind could spiral further, donghyuck placed you in your bed. he sat down by your side, tucking you in. the both of you looked at each other for a while, not saying anything. donghyuck raised his hand and moved some hair from your face, causing your breath to hitch. you'd never seen that look on his face. he was looking at you like you'd pieced together the universe and created everything good to ever exist.

"do you want to stay the night?" you whispered. it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to have sleepovers.

he smiled slightly, "no, i don't think i should." donghyuck replied, removing his hand from your face. he knew that if he were to sleep in the same bed as you tonight - after slowly coming to terms with his feelings - he wouldn't be able to control himself.

"goodnight, y/n. i'll see you tomorrow, " he said, standing from your bed and making his way towards your door. you laid in bed for a while, thinking back on the strange interaction.

you did not see him tomorrow. you actually didn’t see him for the rest of the week, and you couldn't help but think he was avoiding you. every text you sent him was answered bluntly and without any emotions. inbetween classes, you were eating lunch with all your friends.

"hey what's up with, hyuck? have you guys spoken to him?" you said, looking around the table. some shook their heads, while mark simply said "no, have you?"

you also shook your head, and at that your friends shared knowing looks. you furrowed your brows. "okay, what's with the weird looks?" you asked, confused.

"y/n, you're just slightly oblivious." yeri said with a sigh.

"what's that supposed to mean?" you asked defensively.

"what she means," jaemin said, giving yeri a pointed look "is that you should talk to hyuck. i think you would both benefit from an honest conversation." he finished.

you furrowed your brows further, "can you stop with these criptic messages, and just say what you want to say?" you sighed.

mark shook his head, "not our place to say." you looked at all of them confused, feeling like they know something you dont. "okay..." you trailed off, "i guess i'll go over to his place later on." you went back to your food. a feeling of dread and excitement started brewing within you. could this finally be the time donghyuck returned your feelings? or could it be something totally the opposite?

after classes finished you stopped by your place to pick up all the notes from this week, then made your way to donghyuck's apartment. you heaved a sigh before bringing your hand up, and knocking a few times. footsteps could be heard from the other side, then the door opened revealing donghyuck looking slightly disheveled. there were bags under his eyes, he was dressed in sweats and a hoodie. his eyes widened slightly when he saw you on his doorstep.

"y/n, hi." he said, in disbelief.

"hey? you okay? i came to bring you the notes from this week, and apparently to check on you..." you trailed off, taking in his appearance.

donghyuck shook his head, "you didn't have to, i'm fine." he insisted, forcing a small smile. you nodded softly, looking at him. the two of you stood there, looking at each other.

"can i come in?" you asked finally. the boy before you looked like he was contemplating your question, before he opened the door wider motioning for you to come inside. you walked into his apartment to see his bedding on the couch and the tv paused, it was quite messy which was unlike him.

"i'm really fine, you didn't have to come all this way y/n." he said, walking after you and picking stuff up off the floor.

"yeah, looks like it." you said, placing the notes on the table in his kitchen. you turned to look at him, as he stood behind you with his hands in his pockets. narrowing your eyes you looked at him.

"hyuck," you tilted your head, a ghost of a smile on your face. he looked you in the eyes for a moment, before he resorted to looking around his suddenly very interesting apartment. "what is going on?" you asked softly, not wanting to pressure him.

"nothing's going on," he shrugged, still not looking at you. the brunette was hoping he could avoid having this conversation with you. he hoped that if he didn't show up to any classes this week, he'd get over his feelings and everything would go back to normal.

"something is definitely going on. mark won't tell me, he said it's not his place. you're not looking well-" you said, pleading with your eyes.

"thanks," he deadpaned.

"you know what i mean, you look like you haven't slept in days. you haven't been showing up to classes, even renjun is worried." you sighed, exasperated. "please, just talk to me. you know i'm always here for you. we're best friends, hyuck, and it feels like you've been avoiding me and i can't figure out why." you looked at him, hoping for an answer that will clear up your running thoughts. "is it... is it because of the other night?"

donghyuck suddenly looked up at you. "no! i mean yes," he shook his head. "kind of?"

as he looked at you, he realised that his detachement, that was supposed to help him get over his sudden feelings for you, hurt you more than he imagined. he sighed heavily, knowing he's going to have to tell you the truth.

"look, i just want to say i'm sorry. and i was actually hoping we could avoid this conversation, and that this wouldn't take this long and that everything would just go back to normal." he rambled, without getting to the point.

"what are you talking about? what wouldn't take this long?" you looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"me getting over you." donghyuck said quietly, avoiding eye contact. your eyes widened - this was the last thing you expected him to say.

"what?" you breathed out. he finally looked you in the eyes, and you could see all the emotions he had been holding in.

"i really didn't want this to ruin our friendship, you're my best friend and i don't what i would do if i lost you. that's why i've been trying to get over this, but y/n" he chuckled "you're extremely hard to get over." he smiled softly, looking at you.

unconsciously, you had moved closer to him, now standing only a foot away. "how long have you felt like this?" you asked.

donghyuck shrugged in response, "a few weeks, maybe months," he looked at you, ashamed and awaiting your rejection.

"hyuck," your eyes softened, and you took a step closer placing your hand on his cheek.

donghyuck looked down, "i don't want your pity y/n, please," he pleaded, shaking his head slightly.

"i don't pity you, hyuck. i um," you paused, searching for his eyes, "i actually feel the same way." you almost whispered. he immediately looked you in the eyes, searching for any signs of lies or deception.

"are you serious?" donghyuck asked quietly, his eyes showing raw emotion. it wasn’t often that donghyuck was vulnerable with you, usually fighting his own battles.

"one hundred percent," you nodded, a smile spreading on your face. a smile made its way to his own face, mirroring your expression.

"really? are you sure about this?" he asked again, incredulous.

you laughed softly, "i'm so serious, hyuck. i've been wanting this for a while actually." he looked at you fondly, holding that same look from a few nights ago. your own eyes moved down to his lips and lingered for a few moments. donghyuck took a deep breath before moving closer to you and finally placing his own lips on yours. the kiss shared all the feelings the both of you had been holding in for too long.

"is this okay?" he whispered inbetween kisses. your nod was a good enough response to keep kissing you. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer while yours stayed around his neck. the both of you pulled away after a while, big smiles spreading on your face and his too.

"you really came here to bring me notes?" donghyuck laughed. you leaned your head back laughing with him.

"shut up," you said, leaning back in, feeling his lips on yours once again.

𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘱𝘴!

first post!! kinda very nervous but excited. i haven't written in actual YEARS so this might not be that good 😅 let me know and i hope you enjoy! my asks are always open PLS SEND SMTH I NEED IDEAS 🙏🏻

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urs

loosely based on urs by niki

one; 6:42 pm

two; 12:31 pm

three; 9:07 pm

four; 9:26 pm

five; 11:03 pm

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twelve; 1:27 am

thirteen; 10:35 am

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