the letter pt. 2

Acceptance didn’t come with a sudden epiphany.

It came slowly, quietly, like water wearing away at stone.

At first, the silence nearly destroyed you. The ache of waiting for a call that never came, the sting of every passing day that confirmed what you didn’t want to believe: Jisung wasn’t going to show up. He wasn’t going to reach out. He wasn’t going to be there. It was a hard truth, one that settled into your bones like winter, cold, heavy, impossible to ignore.

Far From Love

paring: non idol!Lee Minho x reader

genre: angst

warnings: cursing, pet names(reader is called ‘baby’ once) mentions of sex but none actually written(hope i explained that right🤞🏾) Minho is mean here.

summary: you and Minho aren’t a couple and that’s been established many times through long arguments. So why is he acting so cold towards you after seeing you with another man?

dolle’s note: first time writing angst..hope i did good…!

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You’re relationship with Minho isn’t exactly one that your friends or parents approve of. Hell, you didn’t even approve of it at first. It’s just..complicated. You guys aren’t dating—that’s for sure, you guys have sex, stay up late together and kiss like a couple, but you both knew you guys were far from being a couple.

Along with these..intimate moments come with lots of arguments, really big arguments that leave you devastated over and over again every single time even though you’ve been through this for months. Every time is just more heartbreaking for you, but Minho isn’t even effected by these arguments anymore. Maybe it’s because he always starts them and still finds a way to blame you for everything.

Even after all of these screaming matches, hurtful words and deep words you always end up in the same place at the end of the night. laid flat on his black sheets, naked and needy for what he can give you. Both of you were aware that nothing about this was healthy and you were destroying each other, but he was like a drug to you. You just kept going back.

Maybe that’s why you’re waiting outside of his door in the middle of the night. Usually, you would have been asleep right now considering it was 1:32 am but you knew Minho was awake and you needed someone to talk to, someone that will listen to you. Seconds passed and you were about to turn around and go back to your car, but before you can turn around the door swung open.

“What’re you doin’ here? It’s late.” He sounded pissed off. That wasn’t new to you.

“I wanted to talk.”

There wasn’t lots of regular talking between you too. Just dirty or mean words most of the time, but when you two did just have normal talks you felt like you knew who he really was. After a couple of seconds of him staring at you he finally lets you in. You two went upstairs to his room, the one you’ve had restless nights in.

“Why’re you actually here, ‘cause I know you aren’t here to ‘just talk’. I’m not stupid.”

“I did just wanna talk, Minho. Not everything is always about sex between us.” As you replied to his words you roll your eyes. You seem to do that a lot when Minho talks.

A scoff falls from his lips at your words. “Uh, yes it is. That’s literally all we are, fuck-buddies. Thought that was established a while ago.”

You don’t know why but you felt pain in you at his words. “That’s really all you think of us, Minho?”

“Why wouldn’t I? We aren’t dating or anything and we never have.”

Maybe he was right. You two have never really acted like a couple. There was no hand holding, no gentle kisses and there definitely wasn’t any ‘i love you’s exchanged between you two at any point in this fucked up relationship you two have. There was never anything fond in any of his touches. Just lust filled and rough, exactly like his personality.

“What? You thought we were dating? God, you really gotta get your definitions in order.”

Why was he acting so cold towards you today? You two haven’t even talked in a few weeks. Maybe he’s just stressed out right now because you haven’t done anything to him. It hurt you, to be frank. He was just being mean to you out of nowhere and it was unfair to you.

“If you want a relationship go talk to that guy you were hanging out with all night.”

Just as he was about to go lie down on his bed you called him back. Now you knew what all of this was about. You never really took Minho for the jealous type. Possessive? Yes. Jealous. No. Wow, this night was just full of surprises.

“Wait, is that why you’re acting to mean towards me? Over a fucking picture?”

“Yeah, over a picture. You’re out here in small dresses with all of these men, probably getting passed around.”

Now this was just flabbergasting. First he’s laughing at you because you thought you guys were in a relationship, now he’s admitting that it pisses him off when you’re around other men. Men are really confusing.

“Why does it make you so mad anyway? It shouldn’t matter to you.” You figured that he was just being insecure which didn’t make any sense since you guys aren’t together.

“It matters so much because you’re at some club looking like a whore, then coming here asking to talk nights later. You just love to fuck around with men don’t you?”

“You have some fucking nerve calling me a whore. You’ve had more girlfriend’s and talking stages in one year then i have had in half of my life!” Minho was never one to just settle down with a girl, he never has.

“You’re so..cold hearted, you don’t care about the others you hurt.” That’s something you both knew but never really talked about other than through very small gestures.

You don’t know why you’re still here in his home. You don’t know why you’re still here in this messed up relationship with him. Nothing about him was comforting to you and by the looks of it, nothing ever will be. You’ve sought comfort for a while, you just want the reassurance. You don’t need long nights and days to talk, you just want someone to hold you in their arms.

“Do you want me to cradle you now? You want me to comfort you? Wake up, no one cares and no one ever has.” His words hurt more than they should have and he knew it. That’s the only reason why he actually said it.

“You’re so full of shit, you’re a selfish asshole!”

“Preach it to me, baby.”

By now you guys would have already been kissing and ripping your clothes off of each other. But this time you weren’t going for it, you didn’t want this anymore. You didn’t want to deal with him or his bullshit anymore, it wasn’t good for you.

“I’m leaving. Don’t contact me, Minho. Block me, delete my number. Do whatever you she to do in order to never talk to me again.”

While you were walking downstairs you wished he would’ve ran down and tried to stop you but of course he didn’t. Why would he? He only cares about himself and doesn’t think about how he hurts others. That’s what always stayed the same in what you two had. When you stepped outside you practically ran to your car as warm tears began to roll down your cheeks. You drove home with watery eyes and millions of things on your mind all at one time.

Maybe your friends were right. Maybe he was always bad for you. Yeah. They were always right, you were just too deep into the hole to see it. The only thing you saw was someone who could help you while all he saw was someone to relieve his stress. By now you would’ve been on the bed getting pounded into, it was always the same routine with him.

But not tonight. Tonight, you walked away before he could touch you. No begging, no glances back, no pretending it meant anything. The silence on your phone didn’t scare you anymore—it felt like peace. Maybe heartbreak wasn’t as loud as people said. Maybe it was quiet, like breathing again after holding it in for too long. And maybe, just maybe..you’d finally stop mistaking pain for comfort.

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𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞

Pairing: manager!jisung x intern!afab!reader, enemies to lovers, law firm, the slow burn

synopsis: in mind and law. You tackle the new momentum of your job, something you've mentally and physically prepared for. But emotionally? It's not what you had in mind

warnings: suggestive, angst, law, lots of law, jisung is sarcastic, tension, mention of Changbin, plot, one Korean word (translations), time skips

a/n: 16k+ words, fellas. if you dare to have extra eyes for errors no you motherfucking dont. I loved this a lot.

You were born on the wrong side of the skyline. A place where ambition was considered arrogance, and dreams were just things people couldn’t afford. Your father was a mechanic—soft-spoken, hands always coated in grease, and eyes full of pride when you read under the streetlamp because the power went out again. Your mother, a former literature teacher turned night shift waitress, fed you stories instead of lullabies. They taught you that intellect was armor. That silence wasn’t submission, but strategy. That being underestimated was a weapon.

You weren’t the loudest girl in school—but you were dangerous on paper. Top of every class. Knew how to smile at teachers just enough to get what you needed, but never too much to owe them anything. You worked part-time at a bookstore just to read for free. When other kids were partying, you were drafting essays for scholarship competitions at 2AM with shaking hands and coffee-stained sleeves. You didn’t get into university by luck. You got in because you bled for it.

the letter.

You’d always known what you wanted. That’s what people said about you “She’s got a good head on her shoulders,” “She’s a planner,” “She knows where she’s going in life.” And maybe you clung to that image a little too tightly, because letting go of your future, of what you thought it should look like felt like losing everything.

After Hours | 6

-> You keep coincidentally running into your supervisor after work hours. It's getting harder and harder not to flirt with him...especially since he can't seem to stop flirting back.

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You hate him.

Actually, you really hate him.

Han Jisung, the most inconsiderate, intolerable human to ever grace the planet, did not seriously just come to pick you up after hours wearing that.

한 — “LOVER BOY”

ⓘ ..where you and your boyfriend slow dance in your apartment, before reminiscing about your great relationship with him.

💌 — YANI’S LOVE LETTER

hi! i just wanted to post this small drabble before i go on holiday for the weekend! love you guys 🤍

han has always been a lover boy — always been soft for you. you too were basically friends since birth. you grew up together, went through so many phases together. he was never interested in making too many friends, rushing into a relationship. why would han let anyone else get close to him when he had you?

the painfully obvious pinning towards each other lasted years, your friends were sick and tired of hearing about han. finally in your senior year of high school, han asked you out, and it went well.

it went so well that you two moved in together, in a small, but homely, apartment. now adults, you two stand in the middle of the living room, swaying together in each other’s arms as slow jazz played on the record player.

“do you ever get tired of me, nessa?”

han asked in a whisper. he worried that he’d annoy you sometimes. he absolutely loved slow dancing with you in his arms. it soothed him.

Wrong number! | Bang Chan

Contains: Bang Chan x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, humor, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Cursing, Alcohol mention, drunk reader, suggestive comments here and there, author cannot flirt therefore characters cannot flirt, not proofread there are several spelling mistakes, there are many conversations between these so I'm sorry if it seems rushed or weirdly paced, small timeskips, Chan is mostly referred to as Chris

Summary: Chan gets the wrong number from a girl and ends up texting you instead! What happens when the truth about his life slowly comes out?

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 𓂅

[ note. ] — wooo, finally releasing another chapter after a billion years !! this one’s a little bit longer than the others hehe, i’m thinking maybe 1-2 more parts and i’ll be officially done w this series 🤩 i won’t take as long to finish them this time i swearrr, but lmk your thoughts if you have any pleek <3

boyfriend texts with han jisung ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

contains: bf!han jisung x female!reader

warnings: language, suggestive content (?), pet names, mdni!!!

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small girl fantasy ✭

—(🎧)—> when your husband comes to save you from the insecurities causing you to drown in your own head

pairing - dad!husband!changbin x post-pregnant!fem!reader

genre - comfort

word count - 0.6

warnings - insecurity regarding weight

You don’t even know who you are anymore, and the feeling is pitiful.

You stare at your reflection in the mirror, but it isn’t you. It doesn’t feel like you.

Your sweet, sweet baby girl is asleep in her crib, her little snores filling the dark bedroom with some sort of sound. You’re trying to use the noise to help ground you, but it’s trivial and you know it.

The tears suddenly flow out as you continue to stare at your body. Your stomach pudgy, your legs full of stretch mark, your breast a little more sagged than usual.

You try to keep your choked sobs inside, attempting to avoid waking up your little one who you just put to sleep 10 minutes ago. Not to mention your husband is in the other room, and as he just got home from a long day of work, that’s the last thing you want him to hear.

You close your eyes, darkness surrounding you. You could get lost in this feeling if you already haven’t. It’s like swimming in every single thought, word, and letter that pops into your head.

Suddenly two strong & muscular arms wrap around your torso, causing you to jump and hitch your breath.

“C-Changbin?” You stutter, and he just hold you tighter and situates his self on the bed you were sitting on.

“You’re beautiful, honey.” He whispers. Fuck. You don’t know how he knows you so well. How the fuck does he know that’s what was making you cry?

“I don’t know how you see that.” You dryly chuckle, but there’s no humor behind. “I’m so damn big and I’ve changed so much, I don’t even know how you can stand looking at me.”

“Baby, stop. Don’t ever say something like that.” You can hear the sound of changbins heart cracking in his voice.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world. I love you more than anything, I could never ever not want to look at you.” He says, voice soft and comforting while also being firm.

“I-I don’t know. My body has just changed so much not to mention I’m exhausted.” You sniffle, cuddling up in your husband’s sturdy arms. He always had a hold that made you forget about everything bad that ever happened. “I’m so flawed.”

“Honey that is not true.” He moves his hands from around your torso and cups your face in them instead. “You call them flaws, I say they’re what make you perfect”

“But-“ He places a small kiss on your lips, effectively shushing you.

“Let me say something first. I love you more than you could ever imagine, so don’t even think of me not loving you anymore for something as simple as your body. Even though there’s changes, that’s just proof of how much you’ve been through and how powerful you are as a woman. You still look beautiful, and you always will for as long as you live.” He consoles, instantly making the tears in your eyes heighten and your sobs continue.

“I-I d-don’t know what t-to-“ “Shhh, baby. Let it out, I’m here. I’m here.”

You let his voice console you in a warm blanket of love and comfort. You let his hands on your body and the sweetness of his voice lull you into peace.

No one gets you like he does, and no one ever will.

Imperfections & all.

Even If You Forget....

thank you @strayingawayy for this lovely request <3 you are so much stronger than you even realize. I hope I did this request justice and you can find some comfort in it.

warnings: memory loss after seizure, heavy angst, hurt / comfort, anxiety

Jisung x fem!reader

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You sit on the edge of the bed, hands clasped in your lap, staring at the wall like it might give you some answers. The room is familiar -- your books on the shelf, the scent of your candle in the air -- but it doesn’t all feel like yours. Not really. Not since the seizure.

ɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴀʙᴇ ♡

pairing: han jisung x bsf-to-lovers!reader

summary: when you have an anxiety attack, han is there for you. he always has been.

tags/warnings: reader has a panic attack, han is kind of that one friend, stress, mentions of food (please scroll if any of these do not interest, offend, or make you feel uncomfortable!)

a/n: hello! this was based off of a situation between my parents when my mother passed out one time. please lmk if this isn't a comfortable topic!

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[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — yayyy maknae ver. complete !! also i’m going to make an eventual part 2 of these since it was so highly requested, lmk if you wish to be tagged in the next parts <3

[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — two posts in one day omg who am i ??? idk, but we are so back and ready for business babyy 😛 maknae line ver will be out sooon, lmk what you think & enjoy ! <3

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[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — omg, i just realized i haven’t posted an actual written fic on here in FOREVER that’s crazy, we need to change that. but n e way, this is actually for @sta4, i’m so sorry this took a gazillion years (pls forgive me) and i rlly hope you liked it <3

“Be honest… do you think she noticed?” Jisung looked visibly in distress, his face drained of all color as if he’d just witnessed a paranormal sighting in his own dorm.

“Dude she definitely saw it, you blew it. Big time.” Jeongin states matter-of-factly, as if it were the end all be all.

Jisung slumped backwards, sinking into the mattress, dark brunette strands tumbled haphazardly over the pillow as he stared up at the ceiling. He’d been overthinking and analyzing every little detail for hours since that fleeting encounter you had with him in class this morning. He didn’t want to believe a word his friend was telling him, still latching onto a sliver of hope that you hadn’t took a peek at his laptop screen before he slammed it shut the second you walked up to him.