Why are we not jumping and popping these people
Seungmin's Small but Certain Happiness, episode 1 - feburary 3rd, 2019.
His smile could cure my soul
SEUNGMIN SKZ CODE EP.68
imagining jeonghan as your roommate and you're just friends. REALLY you're just friends.
friends who started going out on dates as a joke because you were both bored. friends who always call each other every night when one of you is out of town because you missed the sound of their voice. friends who sleep in each other's beds until you don't know what it feels like to be alone anymore.
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you're not really interested in the record shop downtown. but people aren't oblivious to the way you keep trying to get into the owner's pantsโnot even the owner himself.
โ FEATURING;ย jeonghan x afab!reader
โ ย WORD COUNT;ย 16.1k words
โ ย TAGS;ย 70s au, playing hard to get, bad bad bad decisions, friends questioning said decisions, reader is a slut in theory but not so much in practice (at least...in the beginning), pining?, angst but like, only a microcosm of angst, smut (MINORS DNI)
โ ย WARNINGS; alcohol consumption
โ ย NOTES;ย if i told you all about how much this fic has changed over the last three months i've spent writing it, you'd all be sick of me going back and forth with the direction i wanted this to go lmfao !!!! i don't think i've ever suffered writing anything as much as i did with this, so i'm proud to be sharing the fruit of every one of my trashed drafts to all of you :') i sincerely hope you all like it T T
this is part of the svthub 70s;teen collab!
nom nom nom ๐ฟ๏ธ
i love booseoksoon because their entire concept is donโt kill urself because weโre booseoksoon and and and i like that
The only exception
barista Minho x reader. strangers to lovers. slow burn. if you can, listen to The only exception by Paramore while reading :)
Minho was content with straying away as far as possible from love. That is until you stumbled into his cafรฉ on a rainy night, and unwittingly, into his life.
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Minho sweeps the countertop with a blue rug, wiping away the scattered droplets of spilled coffee. He grabs a pastry from the showcase- a blondie with a raspberry drizzle on top, placing it on a plate decorated with dainty flowers. And then he gives it to the middle-aged man sitting near the back of the cafรฉ.ย
Minho is in Aurora, completing his mid-day shift, and yet it feels as if he's only physically there. His body is moving on auto-pilot, mechanically performing the familiar tasks etched into his memory by now. And he likes it, since it drowns out the tumultuous thoughts plaguing his mind.