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ミ mango :: she/they :: '05 :: taurus :: infj ♡

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୨୧ masterlist ♡ ୨୧ carrd -`♡´- ୨୧ top on the charts ♪ ୨୧ my attempt at caratrevival'24 !!

୨୧ my enha side-blog ♡ ୨୧ requests are open 🎧 ୨୧ events: 200 followers ♡ 500 followers ongoing ♡ ୨୧ networks: kflixnet, k-labels, k-films ♪

important! all my works are completely fictional. they are in no way meant to imply or suggest how the idols are like in real life.

mango: i love receiving feedbacks (⌒ω⌒)ﾉ so, don't be afraid to like or reblog my works or just talk to me in general. I hope you enjoy your time here!

© mangocustard16: : inactive but pls dont steal<3..

hi i'm mango! this side blog is another one of my 3 am decisions !! feel free to browse or ask me anything!

🥯 Masterlist !! 🥯 Top on charts 📈 🥯 Carrd 🥯 Main (i write about seventeen here and i'll follow from here too !!)

100 followers event !!

important! all my works are completely fictional. they are in no way meant to imply or suggest how the idols are like in real life.

mango: i love receiving feedbacks (⌒ω⌒)ﾉ so, don't be afraid to like or reblog my works or just talk to me in general. I hope you enjoy your time here!

© jakeswifey: inactive but pls dont steal<3.

https://www.tumblr.com/nonononranghaee/745116124887367680/walking-in-the-wind?source=share

hope you like it bc ive never cried so hard <3

Swallowing hard, Cheol mustered up a smile, “of course, I do kwan. Nothing will change us. Nothing.” 

you know a fic is awesome when you're balling within 5 seconds of reading it

And Seventeen? Seventeen was the feeling of wrapping yourself in a blanket while the rain poured outside. The feeling of hugging a sibling, whom you hadn't seen in years. The feeling of being taken care of while you were sick. Seventeen was the feeling of sitting in front of the fire with hot chocolate after an afternoon of playing out in the snow. Seventeen was warm caresses and soft kisses on foreheads. Seventeen was summer nights spent holding your stomachs because it hurt so much while laughing. Seventeen was a home cooked meal, a warm embrace, a loving gaze. Seventeen was home.

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