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guys i want to read tws angst so bad like- so so so so so bad. I’m not kidding. I want to read this kind of angst that makes your heart feel like it’s tearing apart and the one that makes you look the other way and stop everything just to keep crying. Like. I don’t care anymore if anyone volunteers I would be the happiest (or not) person on earth 🥺🥺🫶🫶 idc the member and if you want an idea I could think of it and request formally I just want to know if anyone would feed me angst 🥺🤏🤏
一 緒⸝⸝ surprise surprise, you try to get matching keychains!
𖹭 bf!𝒦yungmin x fem!ℛeader.ᐟ
0.8k 🐚 一 drabble, fluff, stablished relationship, idol life mentioned, childish reader. based in Seoul. feat. shinyu & youngjae. cw not proofread. ♯ @fantasia-films◞ read&support ֶָ֢ᐟ
“KYUNGMIN, KYUNGMIN!” You called out to him excitedly, crouching down in front of the pastel-colored ‘surprise’ machines. They were gashapon ones, and there were some really cute things inside. And after staring at them for a long five minutes, you decided you absolutely needed it.
You and Kyungmin had gone out for a walk through the streets of Seoul, which were covered in pink petals thanks to the arrival of spring. You were pretty happy, and you knew he was too by the way he tugged at you to point out every little detail in the scenery—like the pale yellow ducks waddling around the park pond or a daisy on the grass, which you now wore behind your ear.
So, flying like butterflies from place to place, you ended up in a shop full of cute little things, as you liked to call them.
Kyungmin walked over to you once you called, leaving behind a Keroppi keychain that he thought would make a good birthday gift for his brother. He sometimes saw his little brother in you, just because of how childish you could be. “What, love?” He asked, once he got next to you.
“Would you buy this for your beautiful, lovely girlfriend?” you asked, giving him puppy-dog eyes and pointing at the box. Certainly, no one would have guessed you were eighteen…
The boy snorted, shaking his head, and looked down where your finger was pointing. They were little shell keychains in different colors. It was not too expensive, so he thought about it for a moment. Although you both knew money wasn’t a problem for him, precisely.
“Let’s see… they’re pretty,” he began, making a move to crouch down beside you. You moved over so he could do so. Kyungmin brought a hand to his chin, playing it cool, even though he’d already decided to buy them for you. He always did.
And despite you knowing this, you grabbed his arm and shook it a little. “Pretty pleeease,” you begged. “I’ll buy you another one! That way we’ll match, and then you’ll remember me every time you see it.”
Kyungmin stared at you for a second, admiring you, but ended up laughing at your desperation. “All right, you win.” He stood up again. “I’m going to get the tokens for this thingy; I’ll be right back.”
“Oh, get me four too, please!” You smiled at him and rummaged through your bag until you found the money. You gave him your share and waited patiently for him to return, deciding which one you’d like to have. It was easy for you, especially because you liked green more than anything.
Soon, Kyungmin reappeared behind you. “I’ve got them!” he said, showing you the little circles with a panda drawing on it. They looked like little coins. He also had a mischievous look on his face, and you laughed at that. He crouched down next to you again.
“Which one do you want, Kyungma?” you asked, hugging your knees as he inserted the four ‘coins’ and spun the wheel.
“Me?” he replied, almost in the same position as you, glancing at the catalog. “Any one is fine with me.”
You nudged him at that answer. “That doesn’t count—you have to like one.”
Kyungmin laughed. “Which one do you like?” he redirected the question.
“Me? The green one, one hundred percent,” you replied without hesitation.
“Well, I like the green one too then.” He picked up the white and pink ball that had come out of the little machine and inserted the rest of the tokens, this time for your keychain.
You narrowed your eyes. “That wasn’t supposed to go like that…”
He shrugged with a smile, picking up what would be your little ball. He handed it to you. “Do we open it at the same time?”
You held it in your hands and nodded. “Please be green, please be green…” you said, with your eyes closed, opening the ball at the same time as Kyungmin.
When you opened them, there it was: a beautiful little green keychain (in your eyes, of course). Not perfect, but still beautiful. An immense happiness began to wash over you, because it was indeed what you had wished for. It was, actually, the first time you got what you wanted in this kind of games. You always used to loose, maybe Kyungmin gave you luck.
“YAY, great!!” You made a triumphant gesture with your hand. You glanced at Kyungmin now. “What did you get, Kyungma?”
He smiled, showing you the keychain, same color as yours. You smiled back at him and laughed, throwing yourself into his arms. Perfect, you thought. Not because the keychain was perfect, but because now you shared something more with him. Because of your enthusiasm, you both ended up on the floor, since Kyungmin wasn’t expecting it at all and lost his balance. You were laughing though. Laughing out loud. It didn’t matter if the owner of the shop gave you a strange look.
How strange happiness is, you thought to yourself. But how beautiful that feeling was. Was it called love? Maybe. You were only certain about wanting to feel that way for the rest of your life. And of course, with Kyungmin by your side.
— 🐚. Bonus !
Shinyu approached him one ordinary afternoon at work, leaning against the chair where Kyungmin was sitting with his bag in front of him. He noticed then the green shell keychain on it, something he hadn’t seen before.
“Where did you get that, Kyungmin? It doesn’t look like something you’d carry…” He asked, curiously.
“What, hyung?” he replied, looking up from his phone.
“The green keychain.”
“Oh.” He looked away, his cheeks flushing red. Shinyu raised his eyebrows in surprise. His gaze drifted at Youngjae —who was sitting to his left— once he heard his sudden laughter.
“Someone special gave it to him,” Youngjae remarked, crossing his arms and smiling as if he were keeping a very amusing secret.
“Oh?!” Shinyu exclaimed, lifting his eyebrows. “Someone special? Kyungmin, don’t tell me… have you already made your debut in the dating scene?!”
Kyungmin turned as red as a tomato. “No way! You are crazy… me? pff no.”
Shinyu looked at him, not believing a word of it. He knew Kyungmin all too well.
“Okay… maybe I have. But shhh, it’s a secret,” he relented, clearly remembering your excited, delighted face when you saw the keychain.
The eldest looked at him the way a proud father looks at his son. “Our maknae is growing up.” He shook his head, smiling and pretending to wipe away a tear.
Kyungmin’s eyes widened in surprise. “Hey!” he protested. Even though he knew Shinyu might be right.
Maybe he was growing up. But with you by his side, he really didn’t care.
╰┈➤ (note: kyungmin is just wreking so hard lately and this was fun to make. working on requests! (i swear TT), also, thanks fore reading! (reallyyyy).
hi jelly! im currently mildly constipated and immensely bored. let's talk :D
hdhshshs hi woonie ><!
omg are you ok? :0. Being constipated it’so so boring and at the same time you feel bad so it’s so 💔 only thing good about it is you can drink Fanta (or at least I do-) and you can watch movies until your head hurts 😔
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jelly where the FAWHK is the shinyu oneshot i cant see nothing on ur page😭 why do i have a feeling u forgot about it💀 lock ur doors tonight🫵 lest i tickle ur toes
Now now don’t get desperate! >< (jokie im sorry 😔)
Here you have it!
I’m sorry it took me too long to do this woonie. I wanted to make it longer and a whole fic but… well. I didn’t know how to start it so! I uploaded what I got >:3. I hope you like it <3 (and again sorry for taking so long 😭).
premise: shinyu is the second prince. You have a mission to accomplish. To steal his crown. But for him, you are only a girl who works in a bakery. You two could never be together, that’s a fact. But in the dim light of the ball, the line between what you are starts to blur. and maybe… you could dream. genre: prince!shinyu x spy (commoner)!fem!reader. fluff. mention to tchaikovsky pas de deux :3. requested! (I did not forget about this woonie! T^T). warning (s): kissing, hugging, suggestive if you squint. wc: 2.1k 𖧧 @fantasia-films @k-records @berrybittynetwork.
── ✶ 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 & 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
The soft moonlight sneaked through the curtains of the great hall. It was dark outside; the moon had come out a few hours ago, and you could imagine how the little owls woke up from a long, long nap.
The night was a whole different world, you thought to yourself. In the light of day, everyone had to follow what society imposed. However, under the quiet night sky, when no one was watching, they let themselves be a bit more... real. A little more like themselves and a little less of how people thought they were.
Nevertheless, that was not a quiet night at the palace. And everyone was surely watching every small movement.
The classical music filled your ears while the nobles who attended danced alongside their partners. Some of them might even become a married couple someday.
A rumour had once circulated at the bakery where you had worked for quite some time — before getting caught up in all this spy thing— about how dances could predict marriage. They said a single waltz could define your whole life and that you have to treasure those with whom you danced, because eventually they might become something more. Something you might or might not like at all.
You let a soft chuckle out of your lips. Your first thought was that it was a bit dramatic. But now that you went (sneaked in) to your first ever ball, you could see it in their eyes.
From the corner you were at, trying not to get too much attention, you could see how some eyes sparkled when they accepted one dance. As if they deeply loved that person and not the other five people they dances with that night. How some hands touched for quite a few seconds more than appropriate for someone who supposedly did not know each other.
You could see those eyes turning dark when they had to accept a dance they didn’t want to do either. When some people smiled at them as if they were smiling at prey. You saw that too, how waltz might symbolise interest more than love.
Society was a wicked world to be born in, you thought.
And yet…
Maybe it was better than the job you actually had.
The clock pointed exactly at ten o’clock then.
The orchestra stopped playing. The nobles stopped dancing. And you, you could feel how the anticipation started to grow in your stomach.
You fixed your posture more quickly than when your father told you to do so.
It was time. The time you were waiting for all those hours you were standing there like a stick.
Remember the plan, yn. No one has to notice you, or you’ll be in great trouble. You just have to get that object, that crown, and everything will be worth it. You just have to get to the second prince.
The king was the first one to enter the room. He was wearing formal clothing and a shawl, which looked pretty heavy on him. Followed by him, the oldest son, and a bit farther away, the second prince.
Shinyu.
He looked so… woah.
He was breathtaking. You could feel your cheeks getting redder and redder with each passing minute.
Get yourself together, yn!, you scolded yourself, you could not have this reaction to his presence. Even if he looked so… good. Even if he smiled at you, among all those people.
You had never seen him in his prince clothes. And he looked… stunning. You weren’t able to not look at him. He was mesmerising.
How can someone be this handsome? You thought, your heart bumping so fast you swore it was going to escape your chest. This has to be illegal.
Still, some time had to go by until Shinyu could properly get to you. Prince things first, he thought, not very pleased with it.
You didn’t go unnoticed by him, though. Not at all.
Maybe all the eyes were on him and his brother, “the golden singles”; but all he could look at was you.
In a corner of the room, with that beautiful dress you had probably spent hours mending and making it look so... gorgeous.
That shade of pink which painted your dress would forever stay in Shinyu’s retina until the day he died.
You were… woah.
Woah.
There was no word that could describe the thing you were making him feel. Not a single one could capture all the emotions in his chest.
You were so distracting he even mixed names while greeting everyone in the room and stumbled with his words. He was rather clumsy that night.
And it was because of you.
So when he had the chance, he got away from his boring and pointless prince duties and instinctively ended up beside you.
It had become something natural by now.
“Hi, miss.” He leaned against the wall, next to you, giving a gentle but at the same time teasing smile.
“Prince,” you replied with a smirk on your face, doing a small reverence.
“I didn’t expect you to be here.” He mumbled, getting a bit closer. “You weren’t invited, were you?”
“Well, a girl has her own ways. You don’t have to be invited to be somewhere.” You snorted.
Shinyu smiled. Widely. As if he was really happy to have you here with him.
He was definitely part of the first kind of people with those sparkling eyes and that wide smile.
It made your heart flutter to think you were part of those too.
“You know? People here are too boring. I’m glad you are here.”
“Boring? I find them to be rather interesting.” You teased him.
“Interesting? Have you seen them? I’ve been one hour standing there, and the only thing they have said to me is ‘Oh, Prince, you look so good today,’ and I think they mistook me with my brother at least thrice”. He rolled his eyes.
You let out a chuckle. “Well, I mean, they surely are right. You look stunning today, Junghwan.”
Now he was blushing. So hard he even felt ashamed and hid his face from you. Even if he didn’t know anymore if he was blushing because of the compliment or for the fact that you called him by his name.
“Thank… you.” He said, breathlessly.
You smiled at him.
“You look pretty today too.” He mumbled. “Well- you always are, it's not that you aren’t normally but-“
You snorted. “I get it. Thanks, Shinyu.”
Shinyu smiled, relieved. He liked that about you. How things felt just so… easy around you.
All eyes were on you and on Shinyu. No one knew who you were. But they knew who the guy beside you was and how he never approached any girl in the room first. So they all were questioning then who that girl in pink was. Which made you quite uncomfortable, by the way.
Well, I guess there is no plan anymore, because now everybody knows who I am. I’m screwed, you thought, sighing inside your mind.
Shinyu was quick to notice it. He was used to people staring at him, but you weren’t, he knew that. He looked at you.
“Hey. You know what? Let’s escape this boring place.” He got up and grabbed your hand. “I know exactly the right place where no one will bother us.”
You smiled at him. You didn’t know if that would help the situation, but… it was better than standing there.
“Okay.” You nodded and grabbed the hand he had extended to you.
And so, you disappeared from the curious looks of people, getting lost in that huge palace.
Shinyu had indeed taken you to another place. It was a small garden where you could still hear the soft murmur of the orchestra. The flowers were blooming, and the trees were moving because of the wind.
A soft breeze made your hair move.
He was smiling. You smiled too.
In here you could stop pretending you didn't know him. You could stop pretending you are just too "cool" l to not care about it.
In here, you really felt like holding him and never letting him go.
Maybe because even if you didn’t want to show it, you were starting to fall for that man you were supposed to hoax. For that man with beautiful brown eyes and too much love for the world you lived in.
He held your hand, eyes sparkling, and asked: “Would you dance this one with me?”
“Of course.” You nodded, your smile widening. You did not even hesitate. Even if a dance could define your life. It was okay if it was him.
The orchestra started to play again. It was a known song; you knew that. A soft piece.
Pas de Deux.
What a song choice, you thought to yourself. It wasn’t a waltz and yet… it fitted perfectly how you felt.
None of this was real and at the same time… it was the most alive you had felt in years.
You started spinning around with Shinyu’s hand on your hip, while your hand rested on his shoulder.
You did not quite know how to dance, but that didn’t matter to Shinyu.
“Auch!” He complained from time to time.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” You’d say, blushing. “I’m so bad at this, gosh.”
He’d laugh and make you spin more and more. “Stop thinking about that; we’re having fun!” And then you’d laugh once again.
“You are so clumsy, yn,” he’d tease you later anyway. You’d roll your eyes.
Just as silly as you could be. Because it was Shinyu. And Shinyu started to feel a little like your safe space.
Even if the plan was still going on your mind — the way your father looked at you when he told you this was going to be your first mission — you just wished to stay with him a little more. Just you and him. Like this.
In a place where he can be just Junghwan and in a place where you can just be Yn.
Shinyu had taken you to one last place.
Just where you had to go, following the plan.
People had gone to their homes a couple of hours ago, but you weren’t sleepy at all. You just wanted to stay there with him.
Ah, young crazy love.
You both were on the floor of that big room, with reddish curtains and gold accessories.
It was so pretty.
And you know what was prettier than that?
Shinyu.
He was holding your face with such gentleness in his eyes, and looking at you as if you were just what he had been looking for all these years.
“You are so pretty,” he muttered softly. “The prettiest girl I have ever seen.”
He looked star-struck.
“You must not have seen many girls.” You joked at him, putting a lock of hair behind his ear.
He snorted. “I’ve seen more girls than I’d wanted to.” He confessed. “But you are still the most gorgeous one.”
That made you blush. Your cheeks turned pink, and your eyes looked away.
“Thank you.” You mumbled. “You are the most handsome man I have ever met too. Like if you were directly the son of Aphrodite.”
He smirked. His hand turned your face, making you look directly at his eyes now. His beautiful brown eyes.
The prince got closer and closer to you, and softly pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss.
One of those which made you linger for more.
You kissed him back, eagerly, and placed your hand in his stupid silky brown hair, intertwining your fingers with it.
Passion overflowed you both.
And, behind all that noise in your heart, you could even find something brighter. Something golden. Something you had never experienced before.
Love.
A love that could not last too long in that world, but a love that, being there, you wanted to fight for.
How you hated him.
But oh, how you loved him at the same time.
“Yn.” He mumbled, breathless. “I love you so much.”
Your eyes started to water at that point.
There was no point in doing this.
Tomorrow everything will have vanished.
And yet…
And yet, your heart failed you.
You felt like you were running a race.
And it was because of him.
So you decided to pretend.
Pretend like the next day you would still be there, hugging him and wishing him good morning on the cold floor of that room.
Pretend as if it wasn’t crazy to think you loved him.
Pretend as if it could happen.
So you said it. You let it go.
Tomorrow it won’t matter. But today it does.
“I love you too, Shin Junghwan.”
Among all the lies you once told, this one was the brightest truth you could have ever said to him. And that is how you two went to sleep. With a smile tugging your lips and your fingers intertwined.
Just like a pair of lovers.
The next day, when Shinyu woke up, he was alone.
You were nowhere to be found, and neither was his crown.
He did not find you ever again, no matter how much he searched for you in empty spaces, in the corner of his room, or at the bakery.
You had disappeared.
Destiny was a difficult thing to challenge, he now knew that.
But he would always remember the girl who stumbled upon him. The girl who worked hard in the bakery. The girl who stole his crown and his heart.
Soda soda is so so good omg. The song is so sparckly and woah. and the mv?!!! i love all the little references to previous comebacks (nostalgia kicks hard) and how hanjin got (finally) decent lines!!! this is paradise. Also, loved how shinyu felt alone and they pictured him in a tunel, and then he met with all his friends and saw he isnt alone anymore and saw the light in his eyes hajdhajshajjsg. i just love my happy boys sm :(. (Have you noticed Jihoon with his glasses? hdjahs jelly died then :().
favourite colour: pink?? i dont have one these days.
favourite drink: lately i've been into teas a lot. so i'd say iced coffee.
one thing i love about myself: i dont have one specific thing i love over everything else so im gonna break the rules and give u three: mental strength/humour/creativity.
if i could be any animal, what would it be?: idk much about animals so im gonna pick the coolest thing i can think of and say a dragon😭🙏
dream place to visit: hawaii
one thing im looking forward to: finishing my exams and submissions so i can finally write more aggressively. although that wont be until February
my biggest dream: i used to want to become the president.
a song that's on repeat: daisies by justin bieber, overflow by evan and mhm by santos bravos 😮💨
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THANK YOU FOR THE TAG 😭 BUT ALSO IF I MISS SOMEONE ITS CAUSE I NEVER REMEMBER YALLS USERS OK.
-> also might tag some people i follow that don’t follow me cause istg i always think everyone already follows me ok. so treat this as blog appreciation even if you don’t follow me i see you on my dash A LOTTT.
Thank u @cinnamorollhyuka T^T idk how to see my mutual list so imma do who i can remember apologies in advance 🙏 @jellyluvsjihoon @niceguyfreshguyofthenight @yumangel @jakey1115
⸝⸝ in which you met a loner boy and... maybe fall in love with him. 𖦹 looner!dohoon x fem!reader. requested! photo template to @/aj in capcut. (inspired by this post & by the ‘adding subs to my photography’ trend on capcut) ۶ৎ cw: might be some mistakes (eng not my first language srry T^T). 18 scs.
For whatever’s worth, go to the ophthalmologist, Jihoon-ah! ☆ (한지훈)
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ ── beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy ♡
in which! jihoon steals you glasses. again. genre! bf!jihoon x reader. stablished relationship. fluff. mention to animal corssing & cruel prince by holly black warning(s)! skinship (?) kiss. wc! 1k 𖧧 @fantasia-films; @k-records; @berrybittynetwork
⎚-⎚ j. note ─ a sweet one because you've suffered enought with me T^T. (i'm not that happy now tho, so expect sad fics soon <3) im OBSSESED with how glasses look on jihoonie... and his sister's (the one he's wearing in the photo) look so much like mine hshs ><.
── ✶ 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 & 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
YOUR GLASSES WERE NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. You’d looked on the couch, under it, on the nightstand, in the drawers, in the kitchen, even in the dishwasher and in the laundry basket (it wouldn’t be the first time you’d lost them there). But they just weren’t there. They were, indeed, nowhere to be found. And that was starting to get on your nerves.
You knew you tended to lose your glasses. In fact, it was typical of you. So you took a deep breath, as you usually did, and looked behind the sofa cushion again. Nothing.
Ughhh!, you thought to yourself. You hadn’t called Jihoon yet because you knew he’d be streaming or quietly playing video games in the studio (the spare room in the house), and you didn’t want to bother him. You knew these had been stressful weeks with the comeback, the company’s nasty comments, the preparations, the anticipation… everything. So that place had become his refuge, and you usually didn’t want to drag him back to the real world.
However, you needed to check. You’d been searching high and low for those measly glasses for twenty minutes because you wanted to read. Was that so hard?
You sighed to yourself and made your way toward the little room that served as a studio in the house. You knocked gently on the door. “Jihoon? Jihoon-ah, can I come in?”
“Hm! I’m all alonee,” came a voice from the other side of the door, which basically meant there wouldn’t be another five hundred thousand people watching her walk through the door. (It wasn’t a live stream, after all.)
You turned the doorknob, opening the door and asking at the same time, “Honey, have you seen my glasses…?”
The question hung in the air, of course, because when the guy turned around, he was wearing something you knew very well. Maybe even all too well.
They were round, metal, and exactly as you’d left them that morning.
Your glasses.
On Jihoon’s face.
Okay, that’s beside the point, but why did he look so handsome?
It was a fact that Jihoon needed glasses, because he was just as nearsighted as you. But of course, this was the first time you’d ever seen him wearing glasses. And even more so, wearing yours.
“Your glasses?” he asked distractedly, looking up from his Nintendo; he was playing Animal Crossing (to surprise for no one). “I have them,” he smiled.
“No, really?,” you replied sarcastically, still flustered. “Can I have them back, please? I want to read.” Even though they looked great on him, you were still determined to finish that book.
Jihoon stared at you bluntly. “Noup”
You blinked slowly.
Wait, what?
“What do you mean, ‘no’? Jihoon, those are my glasses.”
“Yeah, you’re right, but I’m just playing! Can you wait a little while until I finish picking my daily berries? Otherwise my eyes will hurt later…” he asked, giving you puppy-dog eyes.
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “No way. I want to read about how Jude gets out of the mess she’s gotten herself into in the kingdom. You know it got really interesting!”
He shook his head, acting all knowing after pretending to think it over for a moment; “This isn’t working for us. We should make a schedule or take turns with the glasses… there’s got to be a solution—” Jihoon began, but you cut him off in exasperation. Your empathy for his exhaustion had vanished.
“Those are my glasses, Jihoon… the solution is simple: go see the ophthalmologist already!” you complained, closing in on him dangerously fast. You were going to take those glasses off him no matter what.
He tried to step back, but the chair stopped him (and the cramped space in the room, too). Jihoon held his hands out in front of him as if to protect himself, but you eagerly pushed them aside and took his glasses off his face, putting them back on yourself.
Now you were the one smiling. “Thanks, sweetheart,” you said, and after giving him a soft, quick little kiss as compensation, you went off to read your book once and for all, leaving Jihoon still trying to process what had just happened.
No matter how many years you’d been together, things like this would always surprise him.
————————————————————
You spent some time reading in peace, enjoying your book after the frantic search for your glasses. Ahh, this is the life, you thought to yourself, while also enjoying how well you could see with your glasses on.
While you were doing your own thing, Jihoon came into the living room like a sad little puppy—right where you were. “Ynnn…” he called out to you, then flopped down on the couch and rested his head on your lap. You took a break from your book for a moment.
“Tell me,” you said, reaching out to stroke Jihoon’s hair.
You could feel under your fingers how he instantly relaxed as you began to play with his hair for a while.
“You’re not mad at me, are you?” he asked, in a low, deeper voice. He was pouting, looking deeply concerned.
You blinked slowly and then snorted. “Mad? No, not at all.” You shook your head, setting the book aside to get a better look at Jihoon, who now had his chin resting on your lap.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Jihoon nodded slowly and rolled back onto his back again, this time staring at the ceiling.
“That’s good because since you’ve been reading for a while, I’d really like you to let me borrow them and stuff…”
You snorted again, smiling.
“Jihoon-ah, seriously, make an appointment with the eye doctor. It’s about time. And while you’re at it… just so you know, this style of glasses looks great on you.” You said that last part as you refocused your eyes on your book.
He frowned; it was clear he wasn’t a big fan of doctors. “But will you let me borrow them?” he asked again.
“I’ll let you have them when I’m done with this,” you said, pointing to the book. He smiled again—that bright smile he was known for—and after giving you a gentle kiss on the hand as a thank-you, he lay down beside you once more. He knew you still had a while before you finished, so he’d take the opportunity to get some sleep by your side.
You smiled and kept playing with his hair absentmindedly while you read about how the main character in your book was pointing a sword at her love interest’s neck.
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⸝⸝ in which you met a loner boy and... maybe fall in love with him. 𖦹 looner!dohoon x fem!reader. requested! photo template to @/aj in capcut. (inspired by this post & by the ‘adding subs to my photography’ trend on capcut) ۶ৎ cw: might be some mistakes (eng not my first language srry T^T). 18 scs.
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