𖤐 ── 𝓜𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓝𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓪𝓰𝓮 ── 𖤐
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐
✧・゚: ✧・゚: 𝓕𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 : ✧・゚: ✧・゚
✧・゚: ✧・゚: 𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 : ✧・゚: ✧・゚
✧・゚: ✧・゚: 𝓦𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓹𝓪𝓭 : ✧・゚: ✧・゚
𖤐 ── 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 ── 𖤐
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐
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𖤐 ── 𝓜𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓝𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓪𝓰𝓮 ── 𖤐
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐
✧・゚: ✧・゚: 𝓕𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 : ✧・゚: ✧・゚
✧・゚: ✧・゚: 𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 : ✧・゚: ✧・゚
✧・゚: ✧・゚: 𝓦𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓹𝓪𝓭 : ✧・゚: ✧・゚
𖤐 ── 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 ── 𖤐
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐

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Tuesdays. - Frank Langdon
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐
✩°。 ⋆⸜ ♡ ⸝⋆。°✩ When relapse leads to loss, the remaining person is left to process grief alone, returning to the meeting that once held them together.
Pairing: Frank Langdon x AFAB!Reader Genre: Angst Warning: Substance abuse, addiction, relapse, overdose, death, grief, hospital, implied drug use, recovery themes, use of Y/N once Word count: ~ 2.0k
A/N: Another little short one. I need more inspo.
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐
Off The Clock ⚕- Frank Langdon
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐
✩°。 ⋆⸜ ♡ ⸝⋆。°✩ A long night shift turns familiar sarcasm and unspoken tension into something neither of you can keep pretending isn’t there.
Pairing: Frank Langdon x AFAB!Reader Genre: SMUT!, friends-to-lovers, workplace romance Warnings: 18+, Sexual tension, explicit sexual content,grinding, p in v penetration, language, mentions of addiction and rehab (Frank’s past), hospital/medical setting, implied trauma cases, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb), NSFW, no use of Y/N Word Count: ~2.8k
A/N: Had to write about this man. It’s a bit short and rushed while I get my writing groove back. Not my usual content, but I’m mourning The Pitt. Send requests if you have any. Also taking HP requests, have recently reignited my obsession. And as always send Skz requests too!
NSFW !! SMUT !! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐
After Hours 𖦹 - Seo Changbin
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐
✩°。 ⋆⸜ ♡ ⸝⋆。°✩ A late night at the studio turns into something nobody planned for. Too much tension, not enough distance, and no real reason to stop it.
Pairing: Seo Changbin x AFAB!Reader (Idol! x Reader) Genre: SMUT, Tension, Mutual Pining Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, language, grinding, very slight oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (dont be dumb), NSFW, no use of Y/N Word Count: 2.3k A/N: This took forever, I apologize. Give me some requests I have no motivation.
NSFW !! SMUT !! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐
It was late.
Most people had already left the building by now. The halls that were usually buzzing with footsteps and laughter were quiet, almost hollow. The fluorescent lights felt softer somehow, casting long reflections across the polished floors.
But you knew he’d still be here.
Someone was always here late. Trainees chasing perfection long after everyone else called it a night. And if the building had emptied out earlier than usual?
That only confirmed it.
You walked slowly through the halls of the JYP building, fingertips grazing the edge of framed posters as you passed. Comeback photos. Concept shots. Smiles frozen in time on posters. The faint smell of sweat, hairspray, and disinfectant lingered in the air.
You climbed the staircase, hand sliding along the cool silver railing, your footsteps quiet and unhurried.
You weren’t here for anything specific.
Just him.
And you were right.
There he was.
Changbin sat in the black swivel chair, leaned forward this time, elbows on his knees. The headphones rested half-on, half-off his head. His brows were pulled together tightly, jaw set, lips pressed into a thin line as he replayed the same section over and over.
He looked irritated.
Not mad.
Just the look he would get when a melody wasn't coming together properly.
You lingered at the door for a second before turning the knob slowly.
The soft click made him flinch. His head snapped toward you, ready to confront if needed, until he realized it was just you.
His shoulders dropped slightly.
“What are you still doing here?” he asked, pulling the headphones down around his neck.
You stepped inside, closing the door gently behind you. “I could ask you the same thing.”
He turned back toward the screen, staring at the monitor. “This beat won’t work right. It’s almost there, but it won’t… ” He exhaled sharply. “It won’t come together.”
“Let me hear it.”
You rolled the empty chair next to his closer and sat down beside him, angling your body toward him without thinking. Your knee brushed lightly against his.
It was a small touch.
Barely anything.
But he went completely still.
He unplugged the headphones so the track filled the room instead, low bass vibrating faintly through the desk, layered beats sitting under a melody that felt restless.
You leaned forward to listen better.
That was when you noticed it.
His hand.
Resting on the side of the keyboard, inches beside your own.
Tapping.
Fingers drumming against the table in an uneven rhythm.
Not to the beat.
Too fast for that.
You glanced at him from the corner of your eye.
His focus wasn’t on the screen anymore.
It was on the way your knee was pressed to his thigh. On the way your shoulder brushed his arm every time you shifted. On the way your hair had fallen forward when you leaned towards the computer.
“You’re stressed,” you said quietly.
“I’m fine,” he replied automatically.
His voice was tight.
You turned in your chair slightly, facing him more.
His fingers stopped tapping.
Then started again.
Slower this time.
More deliberate.
“Bin,” you said softly.
He swallowed.
“I can’t think when you sit this close,” he admitted, not looking at you yet.
Your heart skipped. You were confused.
“Why?”
Now he looked at you.
Really looked at you.
And the frustration in his eyes wasn’t creative anymore.
“I’ve been trying not to think about you for weeks,” he said quietly. “I stay late. I bury myself in work. I tell myself it’ll pass.”
His fingers pressed flat against the desk now, like he was forcing himself to stay grounded.
“And then you walk in here and sit next to me like this,” he continued, voice rougher. “Like you don’t know what it does to me.”
The air between you thickened.
You could feel it.
That shift from something casual to something dangerously aware.
“I just came to keep you company,” you murmured.
“That’s the problem,” he said.
Silence stretched.
You didn't know what to say, you never imagined he saw you in the way you saw him.
The track looped again.
The bass bumped faintly in the background.
Your knee pressed a little more firmly into him without you meaning to.
His breath caught.
“You’re doing it again,” he said under his breath.
“Doing what?”
He turned in his chair now, fully facing you. His leg slid between yours slightly, closing the space.
“Making it worse.”
Your pulse thudded in your ears.
You could leave.
You could laugh it off.
You didn’t. You wanted him too.
Needed him.
Instead, you leaned closer.
“Then do something about it,” you whispered.
He froze.
Like he hadn’t expected you to say that.
For a second, he just looked at you, searching your face for hesitation, for doubt.
He didn’t find any.
The last thread of restraint snapped.
He leaned in.
The kiss wasn’t rushed, but it wasn’t gentle either. It was heavy, weighted with weeks of stolen glances and almosts.
His hand didn’t grab you.
It gripped the edge of your chair instead, knuckles pale.
Like he was scared of what would happen if he touched you fully.
You kissed him deeper.
And that quiet, shaky sound he let out against your mouth made something inside you melt.
You stood without breaking the kiss, stepping closer until your bodies nearly aligned. You went to straddle yourself around his frame, fitting awkwardly in the chair together.
“Don’t,” he breathed.
But his hands hovered at your hips anyway.
Waiting.
You settled fully into his lap.
His head tilted back slightly at the contact, breaking this kiss, his eyes falling shut for half a second.
“You’re going to ruin me,” he murmured.
You rolled your hips gently.
Testing.
His hands snapped to your waist, not to control you, but to hold on.
His breath stuttered hard.
“Please,” he said quietly. “If you keep doing that…”
You did it again.
Slower.
Grinding down with intention this time.
His fingers tightened against your sides.
“I won’t be able to stop,” he finished, voice strained.
The vulnerability in it made your chest ache.
You leaned down and kissed him again, deeper, slower, letting your hips move in a steady rhythm against him.
The friction made his head fall forward to your shoulder.
His grip became firmer.
Needier.
Not dominant.
Just overwhelmed.
“I’ve thought about this too much,” he admitted against your skin. “Too many times.”
You moved again.
He groaned softly.
That was when something shifted.
His restraint dissolved.
He stood abruptly, lifting you with him like it was instinct. You wrapped your legs around his waist, fingers gripping his shoulders.
He carried you to the couch with urgent steps and sat you down on top of him carefully, not rough, not careless, just needing you closer, needing more space than the chair allowed.
He looked up at you, breathing hard, eyes dark and unfocused.
“You’re sure?” he asked quietly.
You pulled him closer by his shirt and kissed him instead.
That was answer enough.
Your body pressed against his, pinning him gently into the back of the couch. One hand slid under your shirt again, this time without hesitation, palming your breast.
Your back arched automatically.
He felt it.
His mouth moved from your lips to your jaw, to your neck, lingering there, not biting, just kissing slowly and deep until your breathing matched his.
Every time your hips shifted on his, he reacted.
Every time you pulled him closer, his control slipped a little more.
“I can’t think straight,” he muttered.
“Just don't think at all,” you whispered again.
The studio lights glowed dim.
The unfinished beat still looped in the background.
Forgotten.
His hands moved over you slowly now, memorizing rather than rushing. Your fingers slipped under his shirt, palms against warm skin, and the sound he made at that was low and helpless.
You tightened your legs around him, feeling him closer.
He groaned softly, forehead pressing into your shoulder.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured.
He rolled his hips against yours, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through you.
You broke the kiss to look down at him, your eyes locking with his.
He stared up at you with dark, hooded eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Tell me what you want," he murmured, his voice low and rough.
You leaned down to kiss along his jawline, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his skin until you reached his ear.
"I want you," you whispered, your hot breath fanning over his skin. "I want to feel you inside me."
He groaned at your words, his hands tightening in your hair.
"Fuck," he muttered, nipping at your earlobe with his teeth. "You have no idea how badly I want that too."
You reached down between your legs, gripping his hard length through his pants and stroking slowly.
He bucked into your hand, a low moan falling from his lips.
"Please," he breathed, voice strained. "I need to be inside you."
“Then stop talking,” you said softly, breathless, your forehead pressing against his for a second. “And just do it.”
He stood up from the couch, pulling you with him, and setting you down. He quickly rid himself of his pants and underwear, stepping out of them to stand naked before you.
You drank in the sight of his body, your eyes lingering on his shoulders, then his arms, his abs, then his cock.
He reached for you then, pulling you flush against him and capturing your mouth in a searing kiss.
His hands slid under your shirt, pushing it up and over your head in one swift motion.
He made quick work of your bra next, unclasping it and tossing it aside without a second glance. Walking you back towards the couch. Laying you down and climbing above you.
He froze above you, his eyes darkening as they raked over your naked torso.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he muttered, reaching out to cup your breasts in his hands.
He leaned down to capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing the sensitive bud until it hardened under his ministrations.
You gasped at the sensation, arching into him as he continued to lavish attention on your breasts.
He worked his way down your body next, pressing hot kisses along your skin until he reached the waistband of your pants.
He looked up at you from beneath hooded eyes, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.
"You ready for me?" he asked, voice low and rough.
You nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat.
He slowly peeled your pants and underwear down your legs, leaving you bare before him.
He leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your clit, making you gasp at the intimate contact.
His tongue delved between your folds next, licking and tasting your wetness, preparing you for him.
You bucked against him, fingers tangling in his hair as he worked you higher.
He pulled back abruptly, standing up to look down at you.
"I need to be inside you," he rasped, voice strained. "Now."
You nodded, spreading your legs in invitation.
He stepped between them, lining himself up with your entrance.
He pushed forward slowly, his thick length sliding into you inch by inch.
You gasped at the feeling of him stretching you, filling you completely.
He paused when he was fully sheathed inside you, giving you a moment to adjust.
You rolled your hips against him, encouraging him to move.
He began to thrust then, slowly at first, then picking up speed as he drove into you over and over.
Your hands slid down his back, nails digging into his skin as you met him thrust for thrust.
He leaned down to kiss you then, his tongue sliding against yours as he continued to pound into you.
The sounds of skin slapping against skin and your combined moans filled the studio, mixing with the distant sound of the looping track.
He reached his hand down in between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. Rubbing slow circles.
“Fuck bin,” you strangle out. You could feel your orgasm building fast, your inner walls starting to flutter around him.
"Fuck," he groaned, burying his face in your neck. "You feel so good. I'm not going to last long."
His thrusts became more erratic then, losing their rhythm as he chased his release.
“Look at me,” he said, voice rough, almost strained. “I want to see you come”
You moan lightly, wrapping your legs around his waist as you finish. Your walls clenching around him, using the feeling to pull him deeper into you with each snap of his hips.
He let out a strangled groan watching your face then, burying himself even deeper into your shoulder.
He quickly pulled himself out, moving his hand from your clit to around his cock. Giving a few quick pumps slightly biting your neck as he came hard on your stomach.
He collapsed on top of you then, both of you panting and sweaty.
He pushed himself up slightly, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at you.
"You okay?" he asked, voice soft and tender.
You nodded, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips.
"That was... incredible," you murmured against his mouth.
He smiled then, a genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat.
"I think we should do that every time I stay late," he said, voice low and teasing.
You laughed then, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead.
"I think I'd like that," you replied, leaning up to capture his mouth in a deep kiss. “The track sounds fine by the way, you were overthinking it.” You say against his lips, listening to the track still playing in the background.
He looks at you and his smile grows, “In my defense, I had other things on my mind”.
Try Again ♫- Lee Minho
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐
✩°。 ⋆⸜ ♡ ⸝⋆。°✩ Some feelings don’t disappear with time, they just wait for the right moment to be chosen.
Pairing: Lee Minho x AFAB!Reader Genre: Slow burn, idol AU, pre-debut to debut, friends to lovers, happy ending Warnings: almost confession, career pressure, emotional tension, yearning, kissing Word Count: ~2.8k
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐

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Distance. - Lee Felix
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐
✩°。 ⋆⸜ ♡ ⸝⋆。°✩ Closeness and distance collide, leaving love strained and fragile. A relationship teeters on the edge, pulled by desire and frustration.
Pairing: Lee Felix x AFAB!Reader ( Established Relationship, Idol! x Non-Idol) Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: conflict, distance, emotional dependence, anxiety, overthinking, anger/frustration,angst, arguing Word Count: ~4.9k A/N: Ignore my obsession with starting these with a time. It’s just works so well.
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐
𖤐 ── 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ── 𖤐
⟡ 𝓖𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓹𝓼 :: 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓚𝓲𝓭𝓼 (that’s its, for now…)
⟡ 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻:: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓲𝓽𝓽 (eventually Harry Potter????)
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐
⋆。°✩ 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓚𝓲𝓭𝓼 ✩°。⋆
♡ 𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷
✧ Come With Me ꨄ︎
♡ 𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓸
✧ Try Again ♫
♡ 𝓢𝓮𝓸 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓲𝓷
✧ After Hours 𖦹
♡ 𝓗𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷
✧ Let It Rain ☾
♡ 𝓗𝓪𝓷 𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰
✧ 2:47 a.m.
♡ 𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔁
✧ Distance.
♡ 𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓶𝓲𝓷
✧ Rain Check ☔︎
♡ 𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷
✧ Coming Soon!
⋆。°✩ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓲𝓽𝓽 ✩°。⋆
♡ 𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓷
✧ Off The Clock ⚕
✧ Tuesdays.
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐
𖤐 ── 𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 ── 𖤐
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐
⟡ 𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 :: 𝓞𝓟𝓔𝓝
⋆。°✩ 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮
✧ Fluff
✧ Angst
✧ Slow burn
✧ smut / mature themes
✧ One shots
✧ Series
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✧ Extreme dark content
✧ Non-consensual themes
✧ Illegal age gaps
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✧ Genre (fluff, angst, etc.)
✧ Short idea or trope
✧ Any specific vibe you want
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✧ I write at my own pace
✧ Not all requests are guaranteed
✧ Be respectful and patient
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Come With Me ꨄ︎ - Bang Chan
𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐𖤐
✩°。 ⋆⸜ ♡ ⸝⋆。°✩ Studio fatigue lingers at the door, but it doesn’t last long. Not when warmth, hunger, and familiar hands blur the line between comfort and desire.
Pairing: Bang Chan x AFAB!Reader (Established Relationship, Idol! x Non-Idol) Genre: SMUT, Romance, Domestic Intimacy, Soft Dom Chan Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, light dominance, praise, language, NSFW, No use of Y/N Word Count: ~2.2k
NSFW !! SMUT !! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!
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Let it Rain ☾ - Hwang Hyunjin
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✩°。 ⋆⸜ ♡ ⸝⋆。°✩ Blankets, rain, and the kind of love that feels easy.
Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x AFAB!Reader (Established Relationship, Idol! x Non-Idol) Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, Domestic/Cozy, Rainy Day Warnings: Kissing, mention of food, established relationship, light teasing, fluff, SFW, no use of Y/N Word Count: ~2.5k
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Who would I write about next?? Comment some ideas if you want something specific and I’ll try my best!!
Chan
Minho
Changbin
Hyunjin
Felix
Jeongin
My box (don’t hit)
2:47 a.m. ☆ | Han Jisung
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✩°。 ⋆⸜ ♡ ⸝⋆。°✩ He hides his feelings in unreleased songs. You hear yourself in every lyric before he ever says it out loud.
Pairing: Han Jisung x AFAB!reader (Idol! x Non-Idol) Genre: Best friends to lovers, light angst(if you squint), secret feelings, comfort, confession, happy ending Warnings: mutual pining, emotional repression, tension between friends, brief confrontation, SFW, no use of Y/N Word count: ~2.0k A/N: Let me know what you think and send requests ♡
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Rain Check ☔︎ | Kim Seungmin
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✩°。 ⋆⸜ ♡ ⸝⋆。°✩ He promised he would show up; but when love starts feeling like waiting, doubt is louder than the rain.
Pairing: Seungmin x AFAB!reader (Established relationship, Idol! x Non-Idol) Genre: Light angst, misunderstanding, comfort Warnings: miscommunication, feelings of insecurity, brief arguing, rain, hurt/comfort, idol life pressure, Mentions of food, established relationship, SFW, no use of Y/N Word count: ~1.5k A/N: First time posting, kinda nervous. Let me know what you think. Give me request ideas.
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