@Delulu Suzune

The votes are in.

The cherry council has spoken.

And with 44.3% of the votes...

"Cherries" wins. 🍒

So from today onwards, if you're reading this, liking my posts, screaming over fics in the tags, or simply lurking...

Congratulations.

You're officially a Cherry now.

No refunds.

No escape.

The cherry patch has claimed another victim.

Thanks for helping me choose the name. Now let's make this blog worth remembering.

୨ৎ Pairing : Seonghyeon × Female Reader

୨ৎ Genre : Established Relationship, Comfort, Fluff, Light Angst, Domestic

Warnings : Mentions of stress and emotional exhaustion.

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Some people fall in love with fireworks.

You fell in love with silence.

Not the lonely kind.

The kind that existed between you and Seonghyeon.

The apartment was unusually quiet except for the soft hum of the washing machine. Rain tapped against the windows while a pot of ramyeon simmered on the stove, filling the kitchen with warmth.

You stood there absentmindedly stirring it, eyes fixed somewhere beyond the wall.

You didn't even notice him walk in.

"...Burning dinner?"

His sleepy voice finally pulled you back.

You blinked before looking at the pot.

"Oh."

You had completely forgotten the noodles.

A small laugh escaped him as he reached around you to turn the heat down.

"There."

"No lecture?"

He simply shook his head.

"You've had enough on your mind already."

That was Seonghyeon.

He never asked you to explain yourself immediately.

He just... noticed.

Some days he came home smiling.

Some days he came home carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Today was the second one.

You could tell from the way he carefully placed his shoes by the door instead of kicking them off.

From the way his smile looked practiced.

From the way he sighed when he thought no one was listening.

"You don't have to pretend with me."

He looked at you.

"...Was I that obvious?"

"Only because I've memorized you."

For a second, his eyes softened.

"You make me sound predictable."

"I make you sound loved."

He didn't answer.

Instead, he quietly wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his forehead against yours.

No words.

Just breathing.

Sometimes that was enough.

Life wasn't perfect.

There were forgotten meals.

Unread messages.

Long schedules.

Sleepless nights.

Laundry that sat in the basket for three days because both of you were too tired.

But somehow...

Neither of you minded.

You existed together in the mess.

One evening you found him asleep on the living room floor.

His laptop was still open.

Practice videos frozen on the screen.

You smiled sadly

"You'll break your neck sleeping like this."

He didn't wake.

You gently closed the laptop before covering him with your favorite blanket.

As you turned to leave—

"...Stay."

You looked back.

His eyes were still closed.

"I wasn't asleep."

"You liar."

"A little."

You laughed quietly before sitting beside him.

Without opening his eyes, he reached for your hand like it was instinct.

His thumb lazily brushed over your knuckles.

"Bad day?"

You asked.

"Mhm."

"Wanna talk?"

"...Not yet."

"Okay."

You stayed anyway.

Sometimes love wasn't fixing things.

Sometimes it was waiting beside someone until they were ready.

Weeks later...

It was your turn.

Everything felt too loud.

Too fast.

Too much.

You came home exhausted, dropped your bag near the door, and sat on the kitchen floor before you could even make it to the couch.

You didn't cry.

You just...

Stopped.

Seonghyeon found you five minutes later.

He looked at you.

Then silently disappeared.

You almost apologized for worrying him.

Instead—

He came back carrying two mugs of hot chocolate.

Your oversized hoodie.

And your favorite blanket.

Without saying anything, he sat beside you on the floor.

Wrapped the blanket around both of you.

Placed one mug in your hands.

Then rested his head on your shoulder.

"...You don't have to be okay tonight."

Your throat tightened.

"I know."

"We can just... exist."

You nodded.

Neither of you spoke again.

Outside, the rain continued.

Inside, the apartment smelled like chocolate and clean laundry.

Your breathing slowly matched his.

For the first time all week...

Your chest didn't feel so heavy.

"You know," you murmured.

"Hm?"

"I think we're terrible at giving advice."

A tiny smile tugged at his lips.

"We are."

"We don't really fix each other."

"No."

"So... what do we do?"

He looked at your intertwined hands.

"We make surviving feel less lonely."

You smiled.

"I like that."

"So do I."

He kissed your forehead gently.

Not because it solved every problem.

Not because tomorrow would magically become easier.

But because healing was never loud.

Sometimes...

It looked like two mugs of hot chocolate.

A shared blanket.

A rainy evening.

And someone choosing to stay.

Again.

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with love and a little delusion, always.

Yall bald desire by enhypen is officially my favorite song of theirs

🔥Which cortis member do u think would accidentally become a cult leader and how?

And

🔥Which member would accidentally cause world war 3 and how??

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if this blog looks familiar, it's probably because you knew my old one. i lost that account (along with all my fics, dividers, and aesthetic chaos 💔), so we're starting over from scratch.

a little heartbreaking? yes.

an excuse to make everything even prettier? also yes.

this little corner is once again dedicated to CORTIS, late-night delusions, fluff, crack, angst, and whatever idea decides to ruin my sleep schedule next.

whether you're an old reader who somehow found me again or someone who's here for the first time—

welcome home. 🍒

let's rebuild this blog together.

i promise it'll be worth it.