leelee🎀 | 20 | she/her | vernon&minghao biased 🩷

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life is unfair, it is what it is -

no but seriously i don't think it was for "nothing", like yeah it didn’t work out for everyone but still, everyone got closure even though some got their heart broken, sadly it's life, not everything works out perfectly all the time for everyone (i'm talking abt this way too seriously help-)

but if that's your take i respect that🫶🏻

(i hope you're talking about the 'not her' series bc that's what i'm talking abt 🥲)

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Not her pt.3

not her | choi seungcheol - kim mingyu pt.3

PART 1 ; PART 2 ; PART 3 (final)

angst, drama, happy ending,w.c:3k8

taglist: @gaslysainz ; @graybaeismytae ; @mansaaay ; @breadsquash

a/n: here we goooo, final part of this fic ! i hope y’all won’t be disappointed with this final chapter because i really enjoyed writing it and i'm pretty proud of myself hehe

The next morning, you woke up in Seungcheol's spare bedroom feeling a bit disoriented. As the events from the previous day flooded back into your mind, you couldn't help but feel a heavy weight settle in your chest once again.

Rolling over, you reached for your phone on the bedside table. Several missed calls and texts from your sister greeted you, but you couldn't bring yourself to respond just yet. The pain was still too raw, the betrayal too fresh.

As you lay there, lost in thought, you heard a gentle knock on the door followed by Seungcheol's voice. "Hey, are you awake?" he asked softly.

"Yeah," you replied, your voice hoarse from crying.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

You hesitated for a moment before answering, "Yeah, sure."

Seungcheol entered the room, a sympathetic look on his face. "How are you feeling?" he asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

You shrugged, unable to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. "I don't know," you finally admitted. "I just... I feel so lost."

Seungcheol reached out and took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I understand," he said softly. "But you're not alone in this. I'm here for you, okay?"

You nodded, grateful for his comforting presence. "Thank you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Seungcheol gave you a reassuring smile before standing up. "I made some breakfast. Why don't you come join me in the kitchen?" he suggested.

You hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Okay," you agreed, slowly getting out of bed.

Together, you made your way to the kitchen where Seungcheol had prepared a simple breakfast. As you sat down at the table, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards him for his kindness and support.

The two of you ate in silence for a while, the only sound filling the room was the clinking of utensils against plates. Eventually, Seungcheol spoke up, breaking the quiet.

"I've been thinking," he began, his expression serious. "About Mingyu and your sister."

You tensed at the mention of their names, the memories of the previous day flooding back into your mind.

"I think we need to confront them," Seungcheol continued, his voice firm. "We need to find out the truth about what happened."

You looked up at him, surprise written across your face. "But what if they deny everything?” you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

Seungcheol shook his head. "Then we'll deal with it," he said firmly. "But we can't let them get away with hurting you like this. You deserve answers."

You nodded, feeling a sense of determination welling up inside you. "You're right," you agreed. "I need to know the truth."

With that decision made, you and Seungcheol spent the rest of the morning discussing how best to approach the situation. By the time lunchtime rolled around, you had formulated a plan and were ready to put it into action.

As you prepared to face Mingyu and your sister, you couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. But with Seungcheol by your side, you knew that no matter what happened, you would get through it together.And as you set out to confront the people who had betrayed you, you couldn't help but cling to the hope that perhaps, amidst all the chaos, there was still a chance for a happy ending.

the one | hong joshua

fluff,w.c:0.3k

a/n: i'm sorry if this is too short :/ i hope you'll like it tho!!

Joshua’s heart fluttered as he stood outside your place, a nervous excitement bubbling within him. He rang the doorbell, his anticipation growing with each passing second. When the door finally opened, there you stood, radiant in a one-piece dress he had carefully selected for your anniversary.

"Wow," he breathed, admiring your beauty. "You look absolutely stunning, baby."

You blushed, eyes sparkling with happiness. "Thank you, Josh. This dress is perfect, isn't it?"

He nodded. With a smile, you looped you arm through his, before making your way to Joshua's car.

As you drove towards his family's house, Joshua couldn't help but steal glances at you, his heart swelling with affection. Sensing your nervousness, he reached over and squeezed your hand reassuringly.

"Don't worry," he said softly. "My parents are going to love you. Just be yourself, and everything will be okay."

You nodded, your nerves easing slightly at his comforting words. You trusted Joshua completely, knowing that he wouldn't steer you wrong.

When you arrived at the familiar house, Joshua's parents greeted you two with warm smiles and open arms. You immediately felt enveloped in their hospitality, and Joshua couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as he watched you interact with his family.

Throughout the evening, Joshua found himself falling in love with you all over again. He was captivated by the way you laughed at his father's jokes, the way you helped his mother in the kitchen, and the way you fit seamlessly into his family.

As the night drew to a close and everyone said their goodbyes, Joshua couldn't shake the feeling of certainty that washed over him. Looking into your eyes, he knew without a doubt that you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

As you drove home, hand in hand, Joshua couldn't help but feel grateful for the love you shared. With you by his side, he knew that anything was possible, and he couldn't wait to embark on this journey together, hand in hand, forever.

unexpected kiss | lee dokyeom

fluff,w.c:0.4k a/n: sorry it took me so long.. i hope you like it! also reader is gender neutral because i didn't really see how i could indicate the gender in this story, i hope that's okay!

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the soft strains of acoustic music, creating an ambiance of tranquility within the quaint café. You and Dokyeom sat across from each other, fingers grazing against the ceramic mugs cradled in their hands.

Dokyeom's eyes sparkled with affection as he reached across the table, his hand seeking the warmth of the yours. "You know, I was thinking," he began.

Your cheeks flushed with a soft hue of pink, gaze dropping to your intertwined fingers. Despite the warmth of the café, a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine at the touch of Dokyeom's hand. "What were you thinking?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

A tender smile graced Dokyeom's lips as he squeezed the youe hand gently. "I was thinking about how much I love you," he confessed, his words carrying the weight of sincerity. "And how lucky I am to have you by my side."

Your heart fluttered at Dokyeom's words, a rush of emotions flooding your senses. You dared to meet Dokyeom's gaze, finding solace in the depths of his warm, caramel eyes. "I love you too," you replied, your voice barely audible amidst the soft murmur of the café.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in each other's gaze. The bustling world around you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you in your own little cocoon of love.

Without a word, Dokyeom rose from his seat and moved to sit beside you. Gently, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close until your sides brushed against each other. Your breath caught in your throat at the sudden intimacy, your heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

But as Dokyeom leaned in to press a tender kiss against your temple, all your doubts melted away. In that simple gesture of affection, you found a sense of belonging you had never known before. And as the two of you sat there, cocooned in each other's embrace, you realized that love had a way of making even the shyest of hearts brave.

In a rush of confidence your turned towards you turned toward your boyfriend and planted a loving, firm, kiss on his lips.

When you pulled away, you were met with a wide-eyed Dokyeom, but before you could even apologize about the suddenness of the thing, he smiled. He smile brightly, and lovingly.

You weren't usually one to engage in PDA, let alone intiate it, and Dokyeom respected that, but God did he love it when you did.

Without anymore words needed, together, you lingered in the embrace of love, savoring the sweetness of the moment as if time had ceased to exist.

And as you left the café hand in hand, your love shone brighter than ever before.

a glimmer of hope | wen junhui

angst,hurt to comfort,w.c:0.4k a/n: thank you for your request, this is really short i'm sorry :( but i hope you'll like it!! and ofc you can be my🥯 anon! this is so cute kfjvdkjvj (you're my first anon omg)

Jun sat on the edge of your shared bed, his head bowed and his hands clasped tightly together. The weight of insecurity bore down on his shoulders like a heavy burden, pressing him deeper into the abyss of self-doubt. His thoughts were a whirlwind of negativity, each one a sharp blade tearing away at his fragile confidence.

He had always struggled with feeling inadequate, never quite measuring up to the expectations he imagined others had of him. No matter how hard he tried, it seemed like he was always falling short, always disappointing those around him. His mind echoed with voices of criticism, both real and imagined, each one chipping away at his sense of self-worth.

In the dimly lit room, he felt utterly alone, suffocated by the darkness that seemed to seep into every corner of his being. He longed for someone to understand, someone to reach out and pull him from the depths of his despair.

And then you appeared, he suddenly saw light in the darkness, was it the light from the living room or your presence ? It didn't matter to him, because you were here.

Sensing something was off, you approached him cautiously, your steps soft against the floorboards as you made your way to his side. Gently, you reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, offering him a silent gesture of support.

Jun flinched at your touch, his muscles tensing beneath your gentle grip. He felt unworthy of your kindness, undeserving of your compassion. But still, he couldn't bring himself to push youaway.

"What's wrong, Jun?" you asked softly.

He hesitated, the words catching in his throat like shards of glass. How could he possibly articulate the storm raging inside him, the crippling fear that threatened to consume him whole?

"I... I just feel like I'm not good enough," he finally admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

Your heart ached at the raw vulnerability in his words, the pain etched into every syllable. You knelt beside him, your eyes meeting his with a depth of understanding that spoke volumes.

"You are more than enough, Jun," you said firmly, voice tinged with conviction. "You are strong, and capable, and worthy of love and acceptance. Don't let anyone, not even yourself, convince you otherwise." you declared.

Tears welled up in Jun's eyes, his defenses crumbling in the face of your unwavering support. He leaned into your touch, seeking solace in the warmth of your embrace.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself to believe your words, to believe that maybe, just maybe, he was deserving of happiness after all.

And in that fleeting moment of vulnerability, surrounded by the darkness and the pain, he found a glimmer of hope—a fragment of strength to carry him through the darkest of nights : you.

Part 3 of 'not her' will be out in a few hours!!

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2 minus 1 | hong joshua

TW// alcohol consumption, reference to harsh breakup

angst,happy ending,w.c:0.6

a/n: here you go!! I hope you'll like it <3

Joshua stood outside of your apartment building. The night was cold, but his heart was even colder. He had promised himself he’d never see you again, yet here he was, swaying slightly on his feet, fueled by liquid courage.

It had been 6 months since your breakup. It had been explosive—a tornado of anger, tears, and bitter words. You two had sworn never to cross paths again, but love had a way of defying logic.

Joshua’s breath hitched as he climbed the stairs. He leaned against the handrail as the alcohol he had consumed earlier still had a heavy effect on him. He had drowned his courage in whiskey, hoping it would numb the pain. But it only fueled his determination.

He knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the empty corridor. Seconds stretched into eternity. Then, the door creaked open, revealing your sleepy figure— eyes red-rimmed, hair a tangled mess. You looked like a fallen angel, broken but still beautiful, he thought.

“Joshua,” you whispered, voice barely audible.

He stumbled forward, you stepped aside, keeping your hands to yourself, not knowing if you should reach out for him or not.

So he stepped inside, the warmth of your apartment wrapping around him like a forgotten embrace. The walls held secrets—the laughter, the tears, the whispered promises. Joshua’s heart clenched. He had to fix this.

You closed the door, your gaze never leaving his face. “Why are you here?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice rough from both alcohol and emotion. “I need to talk to you.”

You didn’t respond, just studied him with those haunting eyes. He could see the pain etched into your features—the same pain he had caused.

“I can’t get you out of my head,” he blurted out, the words escaping before he could stop them.

Your gaze softened. “Joshua, we said—”

“I know what we said,” he interrupted. “But my heart doesn’t listen to logic. It’s been months, y/n. Months of waking up alone, reaching for you in bed, only to find emptiness.”

You scoffed “You broke me, Josh. I loved you, and you shattered us. You left me.”

“I was wrong,” Joshua said, his voice raw. “I was a fool. Love isn’t about perfection; it’s about fighting for what matters. And you matter, y/n.”

He leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours. “I was a fool. I thought leaving would fix everything. But all I did was break us further.”

Joshua’s mind raced. He had to make you understand.

“Y/n,” he whispered, “I still love you. I’ve never stopped.”

You looked away, tears threatening to spill. “Why now? Why come back?”

“Because I can’t live without you,” he confessed. “I’ve tried, but every song, every street corner, every damn sunset reminds me of you.”

You took a deep breath, “You hurt me, Josh.”

“I know,” he said, his voice raw. “But I’m willing to fight for us. Give me a second chance. Let me prove that I’ve changed.”

You hesitated, torn between the past and the fragile hope of a future. “What if you break me again?”

He cupped your face, wiping away a tear. “We’ll find a way to mend,” Joshua promised. “We’ll learn to love the cracks.”

And then, without a second thought, he kissed you—a desperate, hungry kiss that tasted of forgiveness and longing. Your hearts collided, breaking down the walls you had built.

“I’ve been waiting,” you whispered against his lips.

“Me too,” Joshua confessed.

You had your second chance, not at sunrise, but at sunset—a chance to rewrite your story, to turn two minus one into something whole.

And so, in the quiet of the apartment, you began again.