Imma do it for u bestie don’t worry 😌🫶

Na Beakjin bf headcanons

🖤 Emotionally Guarded, Hopelessly Devoted

He’s not good with words. He won’t say “I love you” unless you’re asleep or not looking — but he shows it constantly. Walking on the outside of the sidewalk. Pulling you behind him when a crowd gets too tight. Standing silently beside you like a shield.

He listens harder than anyone ever has. You could mention your favorite drink once, and it’ll show up in his hand every time he sees you. He notices your habits, your moods, even your silences.

Quiet jealousy. He won’t pick fights, but if someone flirts with you, he goes cold. Stops speaking. Later, pulls you into a deeper kiss than usual, gaze unreadable, voice low: “Mine. You know that, right?”

Zero PDA, but in private, he’s needy. He stiffens if you kiss his cheek in front of others, but behind closed doors, he wraps himself around you in bed like a blanket. Face buried in your neck. One arm over your stomach. Won’t let go until you’re asleep.

He gets pouty when you don’t initiate affection. He won’t say it — he’ll just sulk in silence. But the second your fingers slide into his or your hand brushes his back, he softens like clay.

He doesn’t just like your scent — he’s addicted. He’ll pretend it’s a coincidence that he steals your hoodie, but he sleeps with it every time you’re gone. He’ll pull you into a hug and inhale like he’s trying to anchor himself.

He touches you like you’re fragile, but looks at you like you’re his anchor. Thumb brushing your cheek. Hand cradling the back of your head. He doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it’s quiet and broken just for you.

Protective without permission. You won’t even know someone made you uncomfortable until Beakjin stares them down from across the room. He doesn’t raise his voice — he doesn’t have to.

He lets you play with his hands. They’re always cold, veiny, and big. You’ll mess with his fingers, and he’ll act like it’s annoying, but his eyes go soft, and he never pulls away.

🔞 NSFW — Soft Filth, Controlled Chaos

Slow, controlled, and obsessive. He starts gently — almost reverent — but if you tease him too much, he flips. Hands pinning your wrists, jaw clenched, voice low and dangerous: “You think I won’t fuck you until you cry? Keep pushing.”

Big on marking. He likes seeing the bruises. Finger-shaped prints on your thighs. Bite marks on your collarbone. Not because he wants to hurt you — he wants to own you. Quietly. Permanently.

Quiet in bed, but intense. No loud moans — just labored breaths, gritted teeth, and your name rasped against your skin. Occasionally slips — a low, “So fucking pretty when you beg” — but immediately shuts up after, embarrassed.

He stares the whole time, not just at your body, but at your face. He wants to see how you fall apart. How far can he take you? How wrecked you get just for him.

“How Jungwon Falls (and Fumbles) for His Crush | A Chaotic-Softboy’s Guide to Love”

(brought to you by your neighborhood tarot gremlin with a sass mouth and a heart full of memes)

So. You wanna know how Jungwon acts around his crush?

Buckle in, bestie, because this boy is a romantic mess of contradictions wrapped in emotional origami.

Emotionally constipated introvert energy

When Jungwon catches feelings, the first thing he does is… retreat.

Like, full-on “delete his social battery, hide in his metaphorical cave, and overanalyze everything” vibes. He’s not running away he’s just panicking. Internally. Quietly. Elegantly. (Cue ‘The Hermit’ core.)

He's the kind of guy who starts liking you and immediately gets really weird around you. Stiff smiles. Nervous silences. Avoiding eye contact like it’s his job. Suddenly can’t speak like a human. Iconic.

Lowkey control freak, highkey softie

Listen this man WANTS to lead the romance game, he wants to be confident, in charge, the cool one.

But the moment emotions enter the chat? King of Wands reversed + Emperor reversed energy hits like a truck.

He's stumbling through vulnerability like a baby deer in designer boots.

He’s thinking 30 steps ahead: “What if I confess and it ruins everything?”

“What if I don’t confess and they move on?”

“What if they see my weird side??”

(Newsflash, Jungwon, we like your weird side.)

Mr. Subtle Flirtation (aka do they even know I like them??)

He’s not the “loud flirt, heart-eyes in public” type. Oh no.

He’s the “remember your coffee order, silently worry about your jacket in the cold, makes sure you’re on the right side of the sidewalk” kind of guy.

It's giving “love language = acts of service and panicked glances.”

That said he’s not going to rush anything.

Knight of Pentacles reversed says: snail pace activated.

He’s building a foundation, earning your trust, making you laugh all while pretending it’s totally platonic. (Sir. Very Haechan coded no lie)

Internal crisis arc

As the feelings grow, so does the inner chaos:

He's obsessing over mixed signals, regretting every slightly awkward interaction, and replaying convos in his head like a Netflix rerun.

There’s some heartbreak trauma in there too (hellooo Ten of Swords reversed + Five of Cups) so he might be scared of being too much or getting hurt again.

Result? He second guesses everything.

One minute he’s plotting the perfect moment to tell you, the next he’s spiraling about whether you even like him back.

But when he does move? It’s magic.

Eventually, the boy wakes up and says: enough overthinking, let’s make a move.

The Magician + The Lovers energy kicks in and suddenly

Boom. Confession arc unlocked.

It’s not flashy. It’s not over-the-top.

It’s genuine. Earnest. Straight from the heart.

The kind that makes you go: “wait, you liked me this whole time??”

Yes, bestie. The whole time.

Relationship vibes: tender chaos

Once he's in, he's all in. Loyal. Devoted. Soft. A little possessive (lowkey jealous but will never say it out loud) and occasionally overwhelmed by how hard he’s fallen.

He’ll learn to open up more, trust more, love more openly.

But baby, you're gonna have to be patient at first.

He needs gentle encouragement, emotional safety, and a bit of teasing to coax him out of his self-protective shell. But once you do?

He’s a walking love letter with a silly smile.

Final vibe check?

Jungwon is a quiet storm of affection, nerves, and deep sincerity.

He acts chill, but he's got crush-on-you butterflies doing parkour in his chest.

He’s not the fastest mover, but once he makes his choice?

And that? That’s the kind of love that lasts.

✧ TITLE: This Is What Falling in Love Feels Like ✧ PAIRING: Odysseus x Penelope ✧ SONG: This Is What Falling in Love Feels Like – JVKE ✧ FANFIC TYPE: soft · college au · fluff w/ emotional intimacy · sunshine boy x quiet genius · “i didn’t realize it was love until i fell hard” · comfort

Feel like sun on my skin—so this is love, I know it is.

Penelope’s life runs on caffeine and deadlines. The smell of burnt espresso clings to her sleeves, her laptop hums like an anxious heartbeat, and her planner—colour-coded to the minute—leaves no room for chaos.

Odysseus is chaos.

He’s late to every class but somehow aces every presentation. He doodles constellations on his notes instead of formulas and leaves sticky notes on Penelope’s laptop that say “you look nice when you forget to breathe.”

He’s everything she swore she didn’t have time for.

It starts like sunlight through a cracked window. One of those warm, golden afternoons where campus feels almost gentle.

She’s sitting under the old oak by the philosophy building, trying to finish a paper. Ody plops down beside her, out of nowhere, holding two smoothies.

“Got you mango,” he says, breathless from running. “You look like you need vitamin D and divine intervention.”

Penelope eyes the cup. “You bribing me or pitying me?”

“Neither,” he grins. “Just loving you responsibly.”

She blinks. “You—what?”

“Loving,” he teases quickly, “as in, platonically feeding your mortal shell.”

But there’s a flicker in his tone. Something softer, something that makes her chest ache before she can laugh it off.

That’s how it goes. Little moments that start to stack like Polaroids.

Late nights studying in his dorm. Fingers brushing when they share a blanket. His laugh—bright, boyish, real—echoing through the quiet.

He’s always making her look up, away from the screen, into the world. “Look,” he’ll say, pointing to some stupidly beautiful thing: a sunset over the dorm roofs, a stray cat sleeping on the quad, a broken vending machine that hums in the key of F.

And every time, she feels something inside her loosen.

Like exhaling after years of holding her breath.

One Friday, he drives her to the edge of town. “Trust me,” he says, eyes gleaming.

The car smells of takeout fries and old vinyl seats. Wind whips through her hair as the city fades into golden fields.

When they stop, the sun is melting into the horizon. He turns up the radio. JVKE’s voice hums through the static.

Feel like sun on my skin / So this is love, I know it is…

Penelope laughs softly. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Can’t help it.” He tilts his head, watching her instead of the sunset. “Everything’s cinematic with you in it.”

She tries to roll her eyes, but he’s smiling that honest, crooked smile. The one that looks like coming home.

He talks about everything and nothing. About how he doesn’t know what to do after graduation. How he’s scared of failing. How he wishes life could just slow down.

Penelope listens. And somewhere between the jokes and the honesty, she realizes she’d stay in this moment forever if she could.

His fingers find hers without a word. It feels natural—like something that’s always been waiting to happen.

The air is warm, humming with the quiet rhythm of the song still playing.

I know it sounds super cliché / But you make me feel some type of way…

He looks at her then—really looks—and says, “You make everything make sense, Pen.”

She blinks. “That’s not possible.”

“It is,” he murmurs. “You’re like… sunlight after a storm. I didn’t even realize I was cold until you showed up.”

Her throat tightens. “You’re just saying that because you’re scared of the dark.”

He smiles. “Maybe. But I think I’d follow you through it anyway.”

Later, when he drops her off at her dorm, she lingers at the door. “Thanks for the drive,” she says quietly.

“Anytime.”

He hesitates. Then adds, softer: “You make me look forward to the end of the day.”

She wants to say something, anything, but words fail her. So instead, she leans up, kisses his cheek, and whispers, “Goodnight, Ody.”

He doesn’t move for a long moment after she disappears inside. Just stands there under the porch light, smiling to himself, replaying her voice in his head.

And later that night, lying in her bed, Penelope can still feel it— The warmth of his hand in hers. The sunlight through the car window. The sound of his laugh.

It’s all the same thing, she realizes. It’s all him.

Wonbin heavy day not upset.

"Who really is Wonbin of RIIZE? "

(A fun lil Guide to a Soft Boy with Armor)

The aesthetic vibes: Soft angst. Cinnamon roll wrapped in knight’s armor. The boy who writes love letters in his Notes app but never sends them.

Wonbin’s personality? Think sunlight behind storm clouds, poetry written in disappearing ink, and a boy who says he’s fine while holding emotional shrapnel in his chest.

He’s the Sweet-But-Secretive Type

Page of Cups + Queen of Cups + Six of Cups = certified softie.

He’s emotionally deep. Dreamy. Sensitive.

This is the boy who will remember your coffee order, send you pictures of sunsets because it reminded him of you, and say “take care” like it’s a love confession.

(Honesty it would take him a good several months to even get that comfy with you. Genuinely it feels like he's just saying overthinking soft boy like genuinely he's going to sit there and overthink way too darn much. Before actually sending anything saying anything or doing anything a little too in his head when it comes to his image.)

The Hermit reversed + Eight of Swords + Four of Pentacles?

He keeps it locked up.

He doesn’t always know how to express what’s going on in that pretty little head of his.

Vulnerable? Yes.

Open about it? Hah. Not unless he really trusts you.

His Personality Is a Balancing Act Between…

Queen of Swords (clear, smart, a bit sassy)

King of Swords reversed (doubtful, overthinking, inner critic on MAX)

Temperance reversed (struggles to find peace)

The Magician reversed (feels unsure of his own power sometimes)

Basically, he’s a genius at reading the room, but when it comes to his own feelings? That’s where the internal WiFi gets spotty.

He’s got everything he needs to shine, but the Tower + Sun reversed + Wheel reversed combo screams:

"I don’t know if I’m ready. What if I mess it up? What if I’m not enough?”

(Insert me handing him a water and telling him, you're doing amazing sweetie. Ignore the dumasses.)

But Here’s What Makes Him So Special:

He’s not fake.

Not performative.

Not loud just to be heard.

He’s substance over style, connection over clout, authenticity over everything.

Even when he’s unsure, even when he’s scared, even when he’s spiraling quietly behind a stoic face he still shows up. Still grows. Still dreams.

Three of Wands + Queen of Pentacles = this boy wants stability, love, a soft place to land.

He may take his time, but when he lets someone in? It’s deep. Real. Forever.

Overview:

Wonbin is a quiet thunderstorm. A library scented with vanilla and old paper. A boy who hides his heart behind sarcasm and soft smiles.

He’s deeply emotional, but guarded.

Insecure, but striving.

Tender, but doesn’t want to burden anyone.

Loyal as hell.

The type to bring you soup when you're sick and pretend it was “nothing.”

(He doesn't let people in very easily so when he dies your kind of in for life. This is also why I personally again will forever have SM on my shit list they were already on my shitless because of other groups and the way they treated them but like this group specifically it feels like they've like super fucked them over. In terms of readings I have done so far for certain numbers whether for my Tumblr here or for friends that are just fans of theirs. Because it really feels like they basically took a group of guys who genuinely are not like the easiest to genuinely get to know put them together had a great connection the basis for a really good Soul friendship for a found family kind of vibe and then basically tore them apart for the dumbest reasons. I genuinely hope that all of them are able to have not only great friends but also that they all find love sooner rather than later that's able to sit there and protect them because holy shit do they need that kind of stability be sure as hell ain't getting it from their job.)

Tag yourself if you’re ready to be his emotional support fairy.

“He Just Wants Someone to Pat His Head 🥺”

A soft, heart-melting moment that shows all he really wants is a little comfort and affection. Sometimes even the strongest characters just need a gentle head-pat and someone who understands. 🥺✨

hi starlights…✨ i’m bbylune, but you can call me lune ! i'm just a soft demonboy who likes cozy games, cute builds, dreamy tarot pulls, celestial chats, and sweet little streams full of softness. other demons tease me for being so gentle, but i can’t help it. i just want the world to be a little cozier.