Helloo! My name is ally and here are some facts about me as I'm new to starting a blog as a writer!
Facts ::
-I'm an 05 liner !
-I love 5th gen !
-I'm mainly a bg stan + love svs !
-I've always loved writing but this is my first time opening an account like this !
-I got into kpop during 4th gen !
-I stan way more than the amount I write for buttt I don't think I'm at that level... yet !
I alsoo make kpop & kdrama bots on c.ai ( melioriism )
People I write for ::
-All b2p trainees(except Sihwan..)
-Project 7
-Cortis
-ARrC
-ALD1
-CYE
more to come…
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NOTE: first time doing an smau on here! I hope ygs like it & I'm loving all the support my wayf boys are getting!!! lmk who ur bias is so we can bond and be oomfs!!
CONTAINS: est. relationship (duh), anderson, andrew, & junmyeong mentioned, no samuel sorry...
NOTE: first smau post #scared but I hope u enjoy & stan wayf boys..
I don't really know if he cares or not, all I know is he left a lot of stuff in my apartment.
Woo Hajoon.
The name that rings every bell and checks every box. His scent, face and every minuscule detail engraved in the back of your mind, like some permanent hell.
Was there some god above that hates you??
Eyes brimming with tears, one blink and it’d all break like a dam, but you were blaming the dusty box, refusing to confront your unresolved feelings.
It was years old by now— you should’ve forgotten.
Everything. Especially him.
The thick pages, worn, ripped swallowed by a blanket of dust.
His book. Untouched.
Pushed into the dusty corner of your closet, similar to where you had him in your mind— cold, dark, lonely and long forgotten.
Or that’s what you thought.
Thud!
A dust cloud fills the air as the harsh bang of the hefty book echoes through the bare, almost sterile, apartment. A buzz nudges your phone across its place on the floor.
Your phone. His things.
Before your head commanded, your body lurches forward, hands already gripping the phone, fingers brisk— almost automatic, you’ve done this a million times. But that felt like that was another life time ago.
‘Hajoon’, typed out in your contacts.
Call. It stared at you imitating some sorta blaring red button. ‘This is stupid,’ it told at you.
‘Put the phone down and don’t look back.’ It’s like the blue and the red at war, just internal and in your head.
One half screaming in agony and the other too eager— too encouraging, ‘Just push it, you’ll be fine!
You click it before you can berate yourself for it later— before regrets can flood in and you start to overthink.
“Hello..?” Hajoon’s voice rings quietly, almost unheard with your thoughts rushing like a bullet train, fogging up all your sense.
Shit. What now?
a/n- came back frm da dead js like hajoon… #blurb :P his live was my upbringing again
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w/c- 1.156k words (highschool au ish, zihao n suren mentioned a bit, NOT proofread, inspo. you by cye)
He didn't care. That's what he told himself. Anxin wasn't interested in you, which was what he initially thought. It was an... odd relationship, really. You two weren't friends, nor enemies, but there was a weird, distant friendship (if you could call it that) between you and him.
Anxin, to put it lightly, hated this 'relationship' between you guys. Every time he felt himself gravitating towards you or wondering more about you, he backed away. He'd tell himself, 'I don't like yn. I don't..' which over time became a bigger lie than Zihao and Suren 'not' being married…
웃는 게 예쁘단 생각은 전혀 안 했어 (I never thought your smile was pretty)
He was always watching from afar. Anxin would gawk unknowingly as you threw your head back, smile wide, and laughter echoing off the classroom walls. He really looked like a love-struck puppy- not to be cliche or anything... Anxin was just desperately in love and denial. It was an odd, envious feeling that brewed inside his chest whenever he got to see you laughing with others.. but not around him. Anxin could only blame himself for that, though; he almost treated you like a brick wall whenever you two were in the same setting.
Anxin wouldn't say he was ignoring you, more like he wasn't interested in you.. not even enough to be friends or make small talk. Definitely not because he was too nervous to say something, no.. Anxin didn't care. Although he says and does all this, he still finds himself wondering sometimes when he's alone, 'Why was your smile so pretty?' Before he scoffs, he doesn't think you're pretty. Anxin doesn't think anything about you is pretty or attractive- let alone admirable... so what compelled him to think such crazy things?
너에 대한 모든 게 궁금하지 않았어 (I wasn’t curious about everything about you)
Other days, he'd find himself wondering about you, wanting to know everything about you. He'd ponder what unique habits you had, if you were clingy or touchy, how you'd sound ranting about your day to him if you were close. How did you interact with others? You were always so bubbly when attempting to speak to him. Were you that kind to everyone? You shouldn't be. Anxin sounded crazy, two-faced even. When you were near, he'd barely speak, but the second he was alone, you're all he thinks about. But why does he care? He shouldn't care about how you treat others; he shouldn't be wondering how nicely your hair would fall in front of your face while he'd let you talk his ear off, just the way you do to Zihao. But Anxin doesn't want anything to do with you.. right?
한 번도 바란 적 없지 둘이서 추는 춤 (I never once wished for us to dance together)
He always saw the way you carried yourself; Anxin would never admit it, but he admired it. How graceful and elegant you looked when he watched you skipping through the school's large field. He would admire every detail of how you moved with your friends. Taking their hands and leading them in circles, dragging them behind you, pulling them into any silly dance they'd let you. He wanted that; to know how it felt holding your hand, and being that close. 'Would you do that with me?' He found himself wondering. God- what's wrong with him? He doesn't care about you or your friends or the way you held their hands, and not his. Anxin wasn't bothered.. not at all.
오늘도 내가 날 속이는 거짓말 ㅠ (Today again, I lie to myself, sigh)
Anxin couldn't take it. It's been weeks of him dealing with the stupid feelings in his chest and the unusually sappy thoughts in his head ever since he started paying attention to you, and he couldn't stand it. He couldn't handle pretending and staying so far away from you. Yet, he still can't bring himself to be anything but cold to you. You were always kind enough to make small talk with anyone, happiness spilling from you and infecting others as you spoke about anything to anyone. Somehow, Anxin still managed to brush you off and withstand your happy virus. Anxin would have to lie to himself time and time again. Pushing you away and feeding himself more lies. 'I don't like yn. They're a friend.. a mutual friend, we're just acquaintances.'
Anxin was consumed by thoughts of you. He felt crazy, writing your name on his papers in class. Scribbling down doodles of you, writing and erasing the same phrase again and again. 'yn.. friends. friend-yn. don't like yn...' it was like an affirmation on all the corners of his papers.
Until one day, Anxin arrived late to class. His hair was tussled, uniform messy, and wrinkling. He threw himself into his usual seat and slumped over with a groan. Anxin couldn't even bother putting his contacts in; he'd stayed up late overthinking about a certain someone and didn't get up on time. Anxin dragged his hands down his face in an attempt to wake himself up and motivate himself to endure the rest of the school day.
Begrudgingly, he slapped his notebooks and pencil onto the table, before anyone could scold him, and mindlessly wrote whatever he could see on the board through the mess of hair covering his eyes.
Eventually, he looked down at his notes only to see a page full of illegible words; he couldn't make out his own handwriting from hieroglyphics if he tried… Other than- you're kidding.
Anxin whipped his head around the classroom in search of you. The second his eyes focused on the words he wrote. You were a few rows ahead of him, talking to Zihao, too far for him to understand what was being said. Anxin buried his head in his arms. He felt mortified, embarrassed, ashamed of himself even, and no one's even seen what he wrote.. yet.
좋아해 옆에다 쓰고픈 한 글자 — you (There’s one word I want to write next to “like” — you)
There in his notebook read, 'like ynniee. 사랑, 사랑.. like ynnn' in his horrendous, illegible handwriting, there it was. Anxin's more unconscious and 'dream-like' thoughts seemed to take over while he was supposed to be taking notes. Of course, this would happen to him today, the day he's late- because he was too busy thinking about you, the day he finally felt fed up with his stupid feelings. His face fell and plopped onto his folded arms on the table. He couldn't face you today. If you even tried speaking to him today, he might just fully break down.
Anxin's eyes peeked out through his folded arms to look at you; too occupied giggling with Zihao over who-knows-what in your own world to even acknowledge, let alone understand, his inner turmoil.
He.. liked, you. Anxin hopelessly liked you, and he didn't know if he could handle that.
a/n- Here's my little 'you bye close your eyes' oneshot(?) but I dont like it too much cause I feel like I didn't make Anxin very ANXIN.. but whatevr!
Kang Woojin. A gentleman, admired by many. The same Kang Woojin who was one of your closest friends. Some might've taken his actions as flirting or even overly friendly, but you didn't. Woojin was just nice to everyone, right? He didn't just give you his sweater when it was cold, or carry your bags while you'd be out together, he must do that with other people too... obviously.
That's all besides the point anyway. He truly is a gentleman. Nothing was performative for girls to like him or anything crazy. Woojin really was raised right. Despite this being true— he did favor you over others. Woojin was guilty of giving you special treatment, and even more guilty of trying to pretend he didn't.
Woojin, one of your closest friends would always walk you home. After a rigorous day of work he'd show up right as you were clocking out just to walk you home. He'd always say the same thing each time he picked you up:
"I just don't want anything happening to you, that's all. It's to keep you safe, y'know. What if someone tried to attack you and I wasn't there!"
But was that really true? Even after a day of hanging out- it was only 5:00 P.M. The sun was nowhere near setting, yet he still insisted he walked you home. Sure, one would say he meant it in a platonic way, but when you were the only person he did this for... your other friends grew slightly suspicious which in turn spread to you.
Today was a day like every other day. Working all day, serving customers and finally getting to finish up work as the sun started to set. As always, you heard the bell from the door of the small cafe ring. You didn't bother looking up to see who it was, no one else comes to this cafe on the specific day that you're closing other than Woojin.
"C'mon, ynnie," You could hear his whines as he stood leaning against the front counter of the cafe.
"I'm going, I'm going, gosh..." The lights were off, the cafe cleaned up, and doors were locked as you two stepped out into the chilly air of the night.
Woojin stuck close by your side as the two of you took the usual route back to your house. There was an odd silence between you two, like you both knew something but were too afraid to speak. Years of friendship sat between you and Woojin, but who was gonna break this silence?
"Why so quiet, ynnie?" He bumped your shoulders together teasingly, but you could tell his tone wasn't his usual. He tried to cover it with teasing, but you could already feel how awkward he was being.
"Woojin, do you treat me differently?" The question was kind of sudden on your end, but this was better than forcing a smile through a painfully awkward conversation.
His voice was worried. He seemed concerned that he may have caused you to feel hurt, "What do you mean? Did I say something before or-" You cut him off before he could ramble.
"I mean like- special treatment. I've never seen you walk anyone but me home before... why?" You didn't mean for it to come out sounding angry. It was more confusion and maybe doubt that flooded your mind while you were asking.
"If you think I have some ulterior motives with it, I don't! I mean it when I say I want you to be safe, really... If I'm making you think I want something else out of this other than you being safe, I'm so sorry." Woojin rambled on, panicked and exasperated.
By now, you two had stopped walking; now standing in the middle of the sidewalk after dark, staring at each other while only being a few feet apart.
"Woojin." Your hands reached out towards his sides to squeeze him by his arms. "Calm down, I never thought you had any weird motives... But-" You sighed, more frustrated with your inability to express yourself than at him. "Why, do you give me special treatment?" You sounded more stern now. You wanted- no needed a straight answer.
"Hanuem's always telling me you don't treat me like just a friend.." Determination was obvious in the way you spoke. You would not back down without an answer. Not when you've been going crazy over this— him for weeks.
"What I'm trying to say is- I don't want to go crazy thinking you like me if in reality you don't and this is all some big misunderstanding.." You tried to hopefully look up at him but your nerves took over and your eyes couldn't stay in one spot. There was a silent pause and you didn't want to know what Woojin was thinking.
Woojin almost jumped with joy whilst you were still assuming he'd run away forever, the largest grin spread across his face. His large hands reached up to your face gently holding it as he spoke.
"yn.. I do like you. I just didn't know how to tell you without making it weird or ruining stuff because I really-really like you..." Woojin's voice was relieved and his shoulders finally dropped. He was standing there, smiling wide eyes shaping into small crescents from happiness. All while you were stood frozen with shock.
"So I wasn't crazy..?" Your head whipped up, craning your neck to see him. A joyous smile slowly crept onto your face as his words finally registered in your head. He nodded in confirmation and a slight flush of pink took over your face but that was definitely the cold nights airs fault. All you know now is that Woojin likes you, he really does, and you aren't crazy. Now you get to walk home with your... boyfriend?
a/n- I've been dying to write this kinda concept + there is zero Woojin fics ++ my first time fully like finishing smth like this so lmk if yall like !!
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a/n: "are they lovers???" worse 🤍 hallooo this is just fluff stuff... i miss kaiwen... yea this is my first writing that i actually finished :OO hope u enjoy plz dont hurtme bai!
w/c: 1.4k
Kaiwen was quite frankly helpless when it came to you.
He didn't care that you only called him up to use him as a warm body to hold at night, or to rant to him like he was your therapist.
It wasn't like he had no self respect or integrity at all, he just... really liked you.
When you called him over, it was already late. Yet, he still came; 10:36 P.M. on a Tuesday, not even hesitating to get in his car once he heard the agitation in your voice.
The sheets crumpled under his hand as he leaned forward to hear you better, although you were being quite loud already. You were speaking a bit too fast for Kaiwen's sleep-deprived brain, he could only process about half the words you were saying.
He hadn't spoken much as you ranted to him. His gaze was focused on you, head tilted and a small smile on his face. Usually, he'd be invested in whatever you were telling him, but it seemed like he was just too tired this specific night.
You had only picked up on his fatigued behavior after you finally finished your rambling. You glanced up only to be met with a Kaiwen who looked like he was meditating. His eyes were closed shut and his head was slowly drooping.
"Are you sleeping?" Your tone was soft as you reached out to lightly tap his shoulder.
"Ahh!" He blinked repeatedly as he jolted awake, causing you to retract your hand immediately. His abrupt yell briskly broke the short-lived tranquility of the room.
"What—uh," he rubbed his eyes a bit, "what were you saying?" He quickly cleared his throat, sitting up straighter as he tried to focus on your face again.
"Were you not listening to me?" You joked, eyeing him skeptically.
He shook his head, waving his hands in defense. "No! I was..." he trailed off, his expression sheepish and his gaze fixated to the floor.
"Well, I was trying to," he spoke with honestly, a small frown on his face, "you talk really fast... I'm tired."
You opened your mouth to protest, but closed it as you realized he was probably right.
He had been fighting to stay awake for the past hour, but he did an admittedly bad job at it. You couldn't help but laugh at the pout that adorned his face.
Kaiwen looked at you with a dumbfounded expression as you laughed at him.
"Huh, heyyy..." He dragged out the last syllable, burying his face into his hands. That only made you laugh louder.
He shifted to lay down on the bed with a dramatic fall, face planting into the sheets. "You do talk too fast... and too much." He grumbled out.
"That's mean..." you muttered, squinting at the exhausted boy. He replied with an loud huff that was muffled by the blanket.
Slightly irked by his attitude, you leaned back against the pillows that bordered your headboard. "Well, maybe you should just go home then."
You spoke with your face turned away from his direction, making you miss out on the way his head lifted so quickly he almost got whiplash.
Of course, you were just joking, but Kaiwen was still too tired to process any tone of sarcasm.
He shook his head feverishly, practically jumping up from his previous resting position. You were taken aback when he actually knelt in front of you.
"No, no, no," he said quickly, grabbing your arm. "I was just kidding, I'm awake, I'm listening now!"
You couldn't even look at him for one second before bursting out in laughter. "You're so—you're so stupid!" You blurted, smacking at the poor boy's chest.
This time, Kaiwen couldn't even pretend to be irritated. He just scoffed with a wide smile, falling back to lay beside you.
"I can't help it," he scooted closer to you, resting his head on the sheets, just inches away from your side. "I'm tired."
You looked down at him. It was hard not to admire his pretty face; the faint smile on his lips, the trace of light peach lingering on his cheeks and nose, the soft brown locks that fell over his eyes...
You blinked, clearing your thoughts. He certainly was not anything more than a good friend to you. Well, to you.
You gave his head a gentle pat. "Then," your voice was quieter now as you mussed his hair up, ignoring his noise of protest and the way he tried swatting your hand away. Your hand moved down to lightly pinch his cheek, "go to bed."
"But," he whined in mock annoyance again and stretched his arms out, careful to not hit your head. He moved up until his head actually rested on the pillow.
"But?" You questioned with an expectant tone, turning your head to face him. He was already looking at you, but his gaze quickly averted to the ceiling when your eyes met his.
"But... I don't wanna sleep," he mumbled with a childish whine, even as he was struggling to keep his eyes open.
Your brows furrowed at his words. "You said you were tired like, what... ten times now?"
Kaiwen groaned, although it was less in annoyance and more in reluctant acceptance.
"I know, I know," he said, running a hand through his messy hair. "But I can't help it. I want to stay awake and... I don't know, talk?"
He knew he was just spewing nonsense. After all, he was the one who nearly fell asleep just a few moments ago.
"You barely even spoke earlier." You deadpanned.
Kaiwen sighed at your words. He knew you were right again, and he ran out of excuses to defend himself.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, still looking up at the ceiling. "I was just... really tired, I'm still really tired... woah—hey!"
His body stiffened on instinct as you suddenly shook him, both hands clasped onto his shoulders.
"Just. Go. To. Bed!" You paused between each word to sway him back and forth. Kaiwen couldn't help but giggle softly at your playful shaking, the motion causing his messy hair to fall into his face.
"Ahh... okay, okay!" His hands reached up to grab onto your arms, holding them still in an attempt to stop your relentless onslaught.
With a joking huff, you let go of him and rolled to face the opposite direction. Your sudden action had confused him.
"Uh," He sat up just enough to peer over your shoulder, "hello?"
Arms crossed over your chest, you refused to even glance back at him. "I'll turn around when you fall asleep."
That confused him further. "But... then I won't be able to talk to you?" He held onto your arm to stabilize himself as he leaned against your back.
"Exactly." You replied curtly. His smile faltered.
He just sat there for a moment, gazing at the side of your face. You could feel it, but you stayed silent.
Eventually, he returned to his side of the bed. The comfort of the blanket was almost enough to knock him out immediately. Almost.
A few minutes passed by, yet you remained awake, eyes locked onto the wall. The stillness was nearly suffocating. You figured that he was already asleep by now.
Minimizing your movements as much as you could, you rolled back over to face Kaiwen. He looked as if he fell asleep as soon as he laid down; his lips were parted, his arms spread out on either side of him, and his eyes were fluttered shut.
You had to seize the opportunity—and quick. Quietly and carefully, you curled up to his side, laying your head over his outstretched arm. You could feel his hushed breaths blow against the top of your head from this angle.
You felt almost... content. Maybe even a bit happy, laying there with him. That thought lingered for about two minutes before the drowsiness took over, slowly pulling you into a heavy sleep.
Unbeknownst to you, Kaiwen was still awake. Just conscious enough to be painfully aware of your close proximity.
He knew you were going to turn around to see if he was sleeping. In fact, he was waiting on it so he could scare you or something.
Unfortunately for him, you fell asleep before he did.
He couldn't move, he didn't want to risk waking you up. Instead, he gently pushed the stray hairs out of your face with his free hand, twirling the strands around his fingers.
All he could do was doze off, looking at you rest in his arms. He leaned forward, closer, draping his leg over yours to get more comfortable.
This amount of closeness with you felt foreign to him, but it sure was welcomed.
It seemed that now he was the one using you as a warm body to hold.
omg hello i see your blog is really fresh i just wanted to quickly wish you good luck i feel like ive been waiting to read cye x reader stuff for ages so you are in my radar okay love you bye
yess I'm so excited to write cye cause NO ONE writes for them soo I might as well...
i wanna write smth based off you/ㅠ by cye even if i stole the title for my last post from that song… honestly the lyrics are soo cute so maybee one soon! (seungho biased btw so expect lots of him)
High school was difficult. Especially when attending an international boarding school, which means you were living on campus almost 24/7. Luckily, your new roommate was more than ideal. The two of you clicked instantly, like you’ve known each other your whole lives. You could also say that him being attractive was somewhat of a bonus.
It didn't take long for you to become close; only a few months, honestly. Living in such close quarters to one another, beds only a few feet apart, it wouldn't benefit anyone if you didn’t. Over the months you and Sanghyeon spent together, you shared memories that felt like they went back years. You two became a pair, hanging out in the dorm to lounge around, ordering takeout together, and going on platonic dates. Platonic, friendly... dates.
It was late, the dorm was quiet, dark, and the blaring screen from your laptop showed the time, 2:43 AM. You were up cramming for exams while Sanghyeon, only a few feet away, lay in bed sound asleep. You were all too absorbed in the piles of paper and textbooks scattered on your desk to notice the sound of your roommate tossing and turning behind you. Let alone bothering to check on Sanghyeon, all of a sudden, you heard — the sound of your name being called in an all too familiar voice.
"ynnie…?” He spoke into the quiet of the room. You froze before slowly turning over your shoulder towards his bed. There he lay, eyes closed, curled in his blanket, oddly peaceful for the chaos he just stirred inside you. As you were about to turn back and resume your work, his voice chimes, “..love you.” Sanghyeon’s voice mumbled, almost inaudible if it weren’t for the now deafening silence. Were you dreaming? Was it the lack of sleep? Yet, you're proven wrong. Again, his voice comes out in his same sleepy and oddly alluring tone.
"I…" Sanghyeon's speech was interrupted as he rolled onto his side, muffling his next words, "love you." Well, now it was undeniable, wasn’t it? Chung Sanghyeon. Your roommate, saying he loved you. The same roommate you'd been crushing on since your first meet. The same feelings you desperately suppressed, too afraid he was out of your league by miles.
It’s been days by now, and you still haven’t mustered up the courage to tell Sanghyeon. You wouldn’t want to make it awkward, right? He’s a good friend, one you couldn’t afford to lose. Besides, he probably didn’t mean it. He could know ten other yn’s for all you know. Might as well keep the suppressed feelings... well— suppressed.
a/n- hihihi I'm nervy writing like this for the first time.. and I know its not super detailed & if you guys want more(?) or have a req. or feedback feel free! I'm very open to criticism and would love to become a better writer I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS !!
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