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🔞Minors DNI

Master List: Chris | Lee Know | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | I.N

[originally located located on my sideblog @somethingkindazainy]

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Master Lists from some of my fav writers:

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Hyunjin x Reader

🔞Minors DNI

For my love @skzdreamer13 & my darling @neverendingstay ♡ One Day ♡

Word count: 3000

It’s your favourite game.

A game no one knows you play.

Not the fans. Not the press. Not even the ones closest to him.

They’re all a part of it, without realising.

No one knows.

Except your boyfriend.

You don’t have to check your phone. You already know what the message will say.

But you check anyway.

Just a single word. No punctuation, no flourish. But you can feel the weight behind it, the restraint wrapped in familiarity.

You don’t reply. You never do. That’s part of the game, too.

Do you know, you are the reason we STAY?

Did you know, your new family wouldn't need you to be perfect? Only your true self.

Did you know, your tears would turn to smiles?

Did you know, you wouldn't be left behind?

Did you know, you would teach us how to bounce back?

Did you know, you'd be loved for far more than your visuals?

Did you know, for a dark rapper, you'd bring so much light?

Did you know, you'd make it?

Did you know, you'd find your family?

2019 - Clé Era - the most difficult and also the best?

@stayblrr

my personality rn

@stayblrr

Day One 2018.

let's ESCAPE from reality

the use of colour in this 45 second movie is insane, much like my theories behind every second. I need the full movie so bad.

Seungmin x Reader

🔞Minors DNI

Thank you Love of my life @skzdreamer13 for encouraging me to post this.

Word Count: 2200

The door clicks open, breaking the hush of the late hour. You barely stir from where you’ve curled up on the couch, legs tucked beneath you, a half-empty mug of tea cradled between your hands. You gave up waiting for Seungmin hours ago, convinced he’d come home exhausted—too drained to do anything but collapse into bed.

But when you glance up, you see it instantly.

His dark eyes lock onto you, sharp and smouldering, like he's trying to burn you with just a look. A slow drag of his gaze over your frame—you’re not dressed in anything provocative, just your favourite worn pyjamas, the neckline loose from time, the fabric thin, frayed in places. Your comfiest, baggiest sleepwear. But Seungmin stares at you like you’re wearing the most sinful thing he’s ever seen; or maybe like he wants to tear it off you.