ngl guys even though i may be biased i think joshuas tattoo is hella fine. 9/10 kpop idol tattoos look terrible but i unashamedly think his cross tattoo looks super duper good

yummy

[250404] Tecate Pa’l Norte

.... yeehaawwwwww

i’m the horse who needs to be saved..

save the horse, ride the cowbow they say... yeehawww

AYO WHO SAID THAT.

Hoshi 🐯

©️yeuvvi

hoshingiii 🤏

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Title: When Life Gives You Tangerine

Seungkwan wasn’t as clueless as Y/N thought. Sure, he’d teased her that rainy day in class—“You! The quiet girl! Is it you?”—but he’d known all along. Those tangerines with their wobbly smiles and tiny “Fighting!” notes? Only one person in their class had cheeks that turned tangerine-red when she got shy. He’d caught her sneaking glances, seen her duck behind chairs, and he’d loved it. Every morning, he’d sit down, spot the tangerine grinning up at him, and feel like the luckiest kid in Jeju.

“Another one!” he’d say to Doyun, holding it up like a trophy. “Look at this heart—it’s so crooked, it’s cute!”

“You’ve got a secret admirer,” Doyun would snicker. “You should thank them.”

“Nah,” Seungkwan said, peeling it open. “She’s too shy. I don’t wanna scare her off. Plus, these tangerines? Best part of my day.”

But then, they stopped. The desk stayed empty, and so did Y/N’s seat at the back. Seungkwan frowned, poking Doyun one morning. “Hey, where’s the quiet girl? She sick or something?”

“Dunno,” Doyun shrugged. “Maybe she’s just late.”

She wasn’t late. Days passed, and Seungkwan started to worry. “What if she’s really sick? Like, really sick?” he whispered to himself, imagining all sorts of dramatic scenarios. Finally, he overheard Mrs. Kim talking to another teacher: “Y/N? Oh, she’s moved to Seoul with her parents.”

“Seoul?!” Seungkwan yelped, loud enough that Mrs. Kim turned around.

“Seungkwan, indoor voice!” she scolded, but he barely heard her. Y/N was gone—just like that?

That afternoon, he grabbed a tangerine from home, scribbled a quick “Get well soon!” on it (just in case she was sick), and marched to her grandparents’ house. He knocked, shifting nervously as the door creaked open.

“Oh! You’re the singing boy!” her grandma said, her eyes lighting up. “Seungkwan, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” he said, holding out the tangerine. “Is Y/N here? I heard she’s… gone?”

Her grandpa nodded, stepping out. “She’s in Seoul now, with her parents. Left real quick—didn’t even take all her things.”

Seungkwan’s shoulders slumped. “Oh… I brought this for her.”

Grandma smiled, taking the tangerine. “You’re a sweet boy. Wait here.” She shuffled inside and came back with a little sketchbook. “Y/N left this. We think you should have it—she was always drawing you, you know.”

“Me?” Seungkwan blinked, his cheeks going pink. He took the book, flipped it open, and—wow. Pages and pages of him: Seungkwan with a mic, Seungkwan with stars, Seungkwan on a stage with a crowd of tangerines cheering him on, their little faces beaming. He laughed, loud and bright. “She’s so funny! Look at these tangerines—they’ve got eyes!”

“She believed in you,” Grandpa said, chuckling. “Said you’d be a star someday.”

Seungkwan hugged the sketchbook to his chest. “I’m keeping this forever.”

Back home, he taped his favorite drawing—the one with the tangerine crowd—above his bed. Not long after, his life took a wild turn. A teacher uploaded a video of him singing at a contest, it blew up online, and suddenly, a company called Pledis was on the phone. High school hit, and boom—he was a trainee, sweating through dance practices and vocal lessons in Seoul.

Some nights, when he was bone-tired and ready to flop, he’d glance at that drawing. “You were right, Y/N,” he’d mumble, smiling. “I’m getting there.”

The other trainees noticed, of course. One day, Hoshi plopped down next to him, peering at the sketch. “What’s with the tangerine army, Seungkwan?”

“Oh, this?” Seungkwan grinned, holding it up. “It’s from my secret tangerine girl. Back in Jeju, she’d sneak these cute tangerines onto my desk—smiley faces, hearts, little notes. She was so shy, her cheeks would go all red!”

“Aw, that’s adorable!” DK cooed, leaning over. “Did you ever tell her you knew?”

“Nah, didn’t wanna embarrass her,” Seungkwan said. “But when she moved away, she left me this. Look at those tangerines—they’re my first fans!”

Mingyu smirked. “You’ve got a fan club before we even debuted. Lucky.”

“I know, right?” Seungkwan laughed. “She drew me like this—like I’d be a real singer. I wanna find her someday and say, ‘Look, your tangerines got me here!’”

Debut came, and Seventeen took off. Stages got bigger, crowds got louder, but Seungkwan never let go of that drawing. He’d tuck it into his bag for every tour, a little piece of Jeju magic. “Y/N’s out there somewhere,” he’d tell the boys backstage, grinning. “She doesn’t know it, but she’s the reason I kept going. I bet she’s still drawing tangerines for somebody.”

One night, after a massive concert, he stood on stage, waving to the sea of lightsticks. He didn’t know Y/N was out there, clutching her own tangerine, cheering him on like always. He didn’t know she’d become a Carat, her shy little heart still rooting for the boy who’d made her days brighter. But he held onto that hope—someday, he’d meet her again, show her that drawing, and say, “Hey, tangerine girl, we made it!”

YESSSSSSS JEJU BOOOO

bf seokmin headcanons for the soul

🤍 warnings, fluff, headcanons, established relationship, boyfriend seokmin, pet names, mentions of periods/cramps, shy/soft seokmin, mentions of nudity, overall just sickeningly fluffy boyfriend seokmin headcanons

🤍 author's note, wanted to write something but couldn't think of a good plot so we're going the headcanon route instead!! saw these pictures and instantly felt like writing fluffy boyfriend headcanons so here we are 🤍

🤍 now playing, everybody wants to rule the world (tears for fears)

🤍 word count, 614 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

*crashing out*

wait for you ── jeon wonwoo

🤍 pairing, jeon wonwoo x reader

🤍 warnings, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, boyfriend wonwoo, mentions of enlistment, reader cries, kissing & skinship, wonwoo calls reader babe

🤍 summary, when the reality of sending your boyfriend off to military service hits you, it hits you hard. he's always there to comfort you, though.

🤍 author's note, wonwoo enlistment today i'm sobbing 😭 guys i am going to miss wonwoo so much you guys don't even understand...he was one of my first biases in seventeen so he's really close to my heart 🤍 wishing carats love during this time cause we're all gonna go through it aren't we ☹ come back safe wonwoo!!

🤍 now playing, space song (beach house)

🤍 word count, 653 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

"i'm going to miss you," you say quietly, watching your boyfriend silently fidget around with his old-fashioned camera. wonwoo looks up from the lens quickly, sharp eyes on you as he gives you a soft smile.

"i'm going to miss you too, babe." his deep voice is sweet, lilting with comfort as he stares at you from across the table.

when wonwoo's enlistment date was announced, you had told yourself that you still had a month to spend with him, loving him and doing everything you could together before he left. time had flown so fast, and now you were here—the evening before he had to go.

even though wonwoo had taken you out for lunch today as a date, when the two of you returned home, the mood was thick with a feeling akin to sadness. you were sad because wonwoo was leaving you, and it hurt wonwoo just as much to think about—he wanted to be the bigger person and comfort your aching heart, but how could he do that when he was hurting just as bad?

"we shouldn't talk about it, though, okay? let's do something fun." wonwoo gives you a smile, putting his camera back in its case before standing up and reaching for your hand. trying to put a smile on your face, you take his hand, allowing him to lead you.

the two of you decide to watch la la land together, cuddling up on the couch as the movie plays out. it's a sweet movie, and you and wonwoo laugh, cry (mainly you crying and wonwoo comforting you), and marvel at the story together.

as the credits roll, you look at wonwoo with glossy eyes, the reality of his upcoming absence hitting you hard. his wire-framed glasses reflect the dark screen, and his eyes meet yours, face faltering just a bit when he sees you quietly crying.

"wonwoo, you can't leave me."

as much as wonwoo wants to make a warm joke to lighten the mood, but can't find it in himself to do so. in fact, wonwoo's fighting back tears himself, giving you a soft smile that makes you cry even more.

"baby, trust me. i don't want to leave you. i would be with you forever if i could." wonwoo laughs with a hint of hurt in his voice, pulling you to him as you let your head fall on his chest.

the unnamed tension between you two had finally been released, and you sat bundled up in wonwoo's jacket, tears staining his shirt as you inhale his soft scent. he's rubbing calming circles in your back, softly shushing you as he kisses your head.

"wonwoo?" you say after a few minutes of tears, having enough strength to sit up and pull away from your boyfriend. one of your hands is firmly wrapped around wonwoo's forearm, the other going to his fluffy hair to comb your fingers through it.

wonwoo leans into your touch, eyelids fluttering shut as he sighs against your cold fingertips. if he could, he'd stay in this moment forever—stay with you forever.

"i love you."

the sentence holds so much more weight than the usual confessions shared between you two, and wonwoo smiles, studying your features as he leans in, pressing a soft yet alarmingly searing kiss to your lips as he whispers, "and i love you. i'll always love you no matter where i am. that will never change, babe. just wait for me. i'll always come back—no matter how long it takes, i'll be back. even if it's only for you, i'll come back."

with those words, you feel a weight lift from your chest. even though you know you'll cry more tonight, and the morning when he leaves, you also know that the little dose of hope wonwoo just gave you will be the little dose that keeps you going until he returns.

sobbing 😭👍

glasses - jww

A lovestruck smile spreads on your face as soon as you step into the kitchen early in the morning. The sight is blurry, but you can make out that it's your boyfriend standing behind a counter full of stuff you can't see from afar.

i miss my man