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Hi, dear person!

This blog was created so that I can keep myself entertained after I come home from work. I don't plan on disposing a bunch of information about myself here, but I'll tell you this much:

✨I am 26

✨my pronouns are she/her, but it doesn’t really matter, in my mother tongue there are no pronouns

✨I am not a native English speaker, so you might run into spelling mistakes and gramatical errors, but hey, we’re all here to have fun

✨I’m not really comfortable with sexual themes, please do not expect me to write smut or anything similar

✨I also like music a lot, so if you have any song suggestions send them my way

✨I have ADD, if you cannot understand what I’m trying to express in my writing, I’m really sorry, my brain be doing that

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

✨Be nice!! To me, to others, and to everyone! Criticism is appreciated only if it is uplifting and does not make anyone else uncomfortable.

✨Please do not ask me to write anything sexual, I'm not comfortable with that!

✨Please do not steal my work, if you'd like to translate or quote anything, let me know.

✨Please take the fact that I am not a native English speaker into consideration. I might make some mistakes and I would appreciate it if you'd let me know if my spelling or grammar is faulty, just be nice about it!

✨Please let me know if you find something I have written disturbing or offensive, I am trying to do my best so that I won't hurt anybody, but I'm human and mistakes happen. I will change/remove all content that might cause harm.

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

lonely with our love - bang chan

Synopsys: As a rising music producer you land the opportunity of a lifetime, co-producing Stray Kids’ albums alongside Bang Chan. But as your relationship deepens beyond the studio, the harsh realities of fame, distance, and ambition threaten to pull you apart—until a viral song exposes the truth neither of you can ignore.

Genre: angst, with a fluffy end >.<

Song mentioned: Charlotte Cardin - Lonely with Our Love

Word count: 3.1k

花吐き病 - han jisung

Synopsys: Han Jisung catches Hanahaki disease—coughing up petals and blood from unrequited love. As his symptoms worsen, his bandmates rally to protect him, while he tries to get in contact with the girl he got into this mess for. Between humor, heartbreak, and fragile hope, Jisung must confront his feelings—and find a chance at love before it’s too late.

Word Count: 10,4k

Genre: ANGST (but it's a happy ending)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Graphic descriptions of blood and illness, anxiety and panic attacks, fear of death / terminal illness themes, emotional distress / heartbreak / unrequited love, hospitalization / medical procedures, mentions of injury or blood loss, fainting/weakness / fatigue.

따뜻해진 너 - lee know

Synopsys: I don't know what this is, I wrote it at 1 am, please bear with me. Minho is soft and sleepy tho. 😭

A late-night spiral, a bathroom breakdown, and the realization that love doesn’t always come in words—but in every quiet, unfiltered thing he does.

Genre: fluff

Word count: 889

sherlock - kim seungmin

Synopsis: Seungmin goes into a spiral trying to figure out what he could have done wrong to make you so upset that you're giving him the silent treatment.

Word count: 2,5k

Genre: fluff

ENJOYYYYY!

tiktok trends that reveal your relationship - skz ot8

Synopsys: I think the title says it all, random viral tiktok video styles and how they expose your relationship with each skz memebr separately.

Word Count: around 800-900 each

Warnings: none, I guess?

ENJOY!

butterfly kisses - bang chan

Synopsys: Did I see the latest Racha Log where Hannie zoomed in on Chan's eye? Yes. Did I get cuteness aggression from his insanely long lashes? Also yes. Am I gonna make it everyone's problem by writing a 2k-word piece about it? Absolutely yes.

Warnings: the reader is mentioned to have worked out with Chan

Genre: FLUFF

ENJOOOOY!!!!!

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SKZ - PRE-BOYFRIEND TEXTS

BANG CHAN // LEE KNOW // CHANGBIN // HYUNJIN // HAN // FELIX - TBD // SEUNGMIN // I.N.

SKZ - BOYFRIEND TEXTS - OT8

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15

SKZ - PIC TEXTS

BANG CHAN // LEE KNOW // CHANGBIN // HYUNJIN // HAN // FELIX // SEUNGMIN // I.N.

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

STRAY KIDS HOT MEGAVERSE

someone i could love - han jisung // homecoming - han jisung // clingy - han jisung - coming soon

真夜中のドア - kim seungmin // homecoming - kim seungmin // clingy - kim seungmin - coming soon

phoenix - hwang hyunjin // homecoming - hwang hyunjin // clingy - hwang hyunjin - coming soon // birthday bash - hwang hyunjin

ensemble - yang jeongin // homecoming - yang jeongin // clingy - yang jeongin - coming soon // birthday bash - yang jeongin

never be like you - bang chan // homecoming - bang chan // clingy - bang chan

midnight pretenders - seo changbin // homecoming - seo changbin - TBD // clingy - seo changbin - coming soon

willow - lee know // homecoming - lee know // clingy - lee know - coming soon

I AM FREAKING OUT WHAT THE HELLL!!!!

DO THEY NOT KNOW I’M INSANE DO THEY WANT ME TO COMBUST??????

They all look soooo good, I’m not kidding you, I refused to buy Beyond Live before, but as soon as I say the clips from today’s concert I got access cause HOLY MOLY I NEED TO SEE THAT SHIT IN 4K baby

I think Binnie’s hair got lighter, which I haven’t seen a lot of people talk about CUASE CHAN IS CHERRY RED SEUNGMIN IS BACK TO OREO AND IN IS FRICKIN SILVER but Changbin did mention on bubble yesterday that he changed something about his look, but I didn’t notice anything, hence why I’m speculating that his hair is lighter

Anyways, if you notice something else LMK!!!!!!!!

Glad I didn’t overreact heh

LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK AS WELL

It hasn't been that long since you started dating Seungmin. You met very randomly; he was looking around this quiet shop in a hidden little street up a hill in the heart of Seoul, searching for an adequate birthday present for his sister.

It was one of your favourite little boutiques to visit when you had errands to run around the area, as it was whimsical, hidden, and all the little trinkets they sold were unique and to your taste exactly.

The second you first laid eyes on the boy with fluffy hair, his eyes wide, lips in a pout, as he examined the label of some kind of card game, your heart missed a beat. He looked so soft, his hands delicate, yet so out of place between all the pinks and golds surrounding him. You giggled softly as he seemed even more confused after reading the label, hesitantly putting the little box back on the shelf. You later found out that it wasn't actually a deck of cards he picked up, but a game for couples inspired by Kama Sutra, something his sister would not have appreciated at all, especially from her little brother. His eyes darted up upon hearing the little noise you made, and his ears went red in an instant.

"It's not what it looks like." he quickly states as his hands fly into the air in surrender.

"Really?" your eyebrows raise in curiosity, your tone playful. "Because to me it seems like you're really lost in here."

"Oh, I am." he nods, his lips part, and damn do they look so pretty. His eyes are still wide and you can't help but take note of his boyish charm. There's this feeling bubbling up inside you, this fleeting thought, that his face is one you could spend your whole life knowing. How it changes over the years, how age takes a toll on his skin, how his expressions change with different emotions - happiness, sorrow, love.

"You need help?" you ask politely, and he looks around before he nods softly.

You spend roughly half an hour shuffling through all the shelves with easy conversation flowing. He's not really talkative, but he seems like he enjoys listening to you ramble more. He laughs when you pull something absolutely ridiculous off the shelves, not necessarily being serious about your pick, but you find yourself enjoying the sound of his laughter and the brightness of his smile, so you try to bring it out as often as possible.

He tells you about his sister, how she appreciates gifts that are unique rather than expensive, which is why he's in this store. He apparently heard about it from a coworker, who loves to buy little trinkets from there, as he enjoys interior design a lot.

You both finally settle on a beautiful vintage jewelry set with colorful gemstones and intricate, whimsical nature elements. There is a pair of earrings, a necklace, and a dainty little bracelet.

As you both walk up to the checkout counter, he cannot stop saying thank you for your help, and you make sure to reassure him that it's all right.

You part ways without even finding out his name, and this deep disappointment settles over your shoulders as you try to get back to your own shopping, replaying all the little, fleeting moments and his beautiful smile etched in your mind's eye.

Two weeks pass by, and there's no day when you don't think about the mystery boy from your favorite boutique, whose name you don't know, but you would recognize him even in the biggest of crowds. You walk more attentively after that. Maybe fate has it that you will see him on the subway or at the raunchy bar you go to with your coworkers, or maybe you'll accidentally find the same awning to hide away from the summer rain washing through the streets of Seoul.

None of that happens.

So you decide to make your own fate, and you go back to the store again, deep down wishing that he wants to see you again just as much as you do, and he will suddenly become a regular there with a hopeful heart for a new meeting.

He's not there. You roam all the little corridors between the packed shelves for at least an hour, but he's not there.

"Excuse me, miss!" A worker approaches you. She's your favorite; you always make sure to chat with her while she packs up all your new findings at the counter. She's smiling widely at you. "A young man came in earlier this week and wanted me to give this to you. He described you as 'the pretty girl who knows every corner of this store, but doesn't work here.'"

She hands you a little box, wrapped in brown paper and a ribbon around it. There is a little card attached to the ribbon. You open it slowly as you read the message written in neat handwriting:

"Thank you for helping me find the perfect birthday gift for my noona. She LOVED it! I would like to say thank you in person as well, maybe at a nice cafe? If you'd like that, please text me at xxx-xxx-xxx. Here's to hopin' this finds the right person! Seungmin"

Your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest, and there's this prominent smile on your face that only ever appears when the golden threads of fate are pulled just right.

Of course, you text him. Of course, you go on that coffee date. And he's everything you've expected him to be: a delicate, very polite boy who refuses to use technology just to make his tasks simpler by seconds, who prefers phone calls over texting, who journals and sings old ballads about love so beautiful it seems unreal.

The boy you want to do mundane things with, like walking in the dark or hopping park fences, because even the smallest things feel grand with Seungmin.

He's a gentleman, through and through. He picks you up, walks you home, it feels like fate threw you a bone. He makes sure you're always comfortable, reminds you to eat and hydrate, sends you good night and good morning texts. One morning, as you arrive at work, you notice this little note stuck to your laptop. The night before, you went out on a date with Seungmin and fell asleep right after he said goodbye with a kiss to your cheek at the door. He must have snuck it into your bag without you noticing.

"Hope you think about me as much as I do about you when we're apart. Please meet me on our bench at the park tonight at 8. Your sticky sweet tangerine, Sengmin"

The nickname comes from one of your dates: he went to Jeju Island for work, and when he returned, he insisted on seeing you as soon as possible. He gifted you this basket of Jeju tangerines, the sweet-looking fruit lying on top of this little handkerchief with an orange gingham pattern, the edges decorated with delicate lace. It's a small detail, but the cloth is so you, and it's so him to put effort into finding a version of the many that is uniquely to your taste.

He wants to be a gentleman, so he offers to peel one of the tangerines for you. However, they are so ripe and soft that the juice squirts everywhere, and he fusses about how his hands are sticky, but it would rather be his than yours.

"You're like the tangerines, Seungminnie. Sticky sweet." you tell him, and he smiles so bright he illuminates the whole park.

The night you find his little note in your bag, he asks you to be officially his girlfriend, while he's holding your hand so delicately like you're made out of porcelain, and you love the way he looks at you in that moment. His eyes sparkle, not with his usual mischief, but with a fondness so deep it creates stars in his irises.

It's been a long time since then, and your lives morph together, your love blossoming like the sakura in spring. And the feeling lingers, more and more fond as days pass. You find it difficult to voice it; it's so hard to describe it in a way that feels honest enough.

But you know that cliches you knew seem so commonplace since you first saw him in the little shop. That every time you're scared, in the dark, you can just reach out, and he will be there.

Lately, days with Seungmin are quiet. There is this lingering feeling in the air of something left unsaid. Something that you can both feel and know, but it is too difficult to put into words, fearing that there are no words grand enough to describe it in a way that is worthy.

But God, you hope you'll never see the way his face looks like going...

Even the thought of being away from him or losing him makes you want to cry. As tears are running down your face, you see him in front of you, his picture at the front of your mind, all smiles and silly jokes and an elegance that feels old school, all yours. You're reaching for a napkin to dry your tears, and you find a Polaroid picture on your coffee table, one you didn't notice until now: it's a picture of you, one you had no idea he took. You're laughing - so sincere and wide, you know it's because of Seungmin - the sun in the background creating a halo around you. And on the white border, there are two words scribbled in black marker:

"babygirl, honeybee"

It's not clear exactly what he's referring to by that; he called you babygirl before, but never honeybee.

But it all becomes clear on a random day, when it's least expected as you get a notification on your phone:

New Upload from Stray Kids Seungmin - honeybee ( Olivia Rodrigo Cover) | [SONG By 2] S#2