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sigh, i'm just too pretty for this world.

super excited for this one hehe

Please be someone that's normal. Please be someone that's normal. Please be someone that's normal for once!😬

I don’t wanna marry Sonic the Hedgehog 😭

(under the cut cuz blood)

my amazing awesome beautiful fantastic wonderful wife robin

I guess I'm getting 2 wives

EW HE’S MY CHILD

OMG MY WIFEEE YAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAY

i mean. sure ig? id rather have his gender but i could be poly with him and hyuna~

don't question why I have this in my camera roll T_T

ANYWAYS I DONT MIND MARRYING HIM :D

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𓏏𓏏ָ 𖦹 ۪ ࣪gn!reader (i had female in mind when writing though, my apologies) cw: reader is going through abusive relationship, hyunjin highkey is oblivious, friends to lovers, hes always liked her, not fully proofread (typos), kissing

if you are in a relationship that is anything close to y/n and her boyfriends rl, please do talk to somebody. as someone who has gone through similar rls its better to get out when you can. stay safe guys ❤️

a/n: hi guys!! i've missed writing lately, so i decided to come back and finish up my drafts that have been sitting here since october before summer comes 🥹 haven't been feeling too well lately so i might disappear again!! but i hope this and the next fic im releasing will hold you over for about 2 weeks 🧐 i love you guys!!

req for ml @hyuneskkami !! so sorry for the wait cry 🥹

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at first, nothing was wrong. nothing that stood out, at least.

you were still you, still met hyunjin outside the humanities building after lectures, still complained about professors who spoke like they were allergic to proper, punctuation, still stole sips of his iced americano even though you hated coffee and he pretended not to notice.

so when small things changed, he told himself they were just… things.

university and stress did that to people. so did relationships.

he didn’t notice when you stopped teasing him for staying up too late, or say anything when your laugh softened before fading. he didn't even think twice when you began to check your phone during conversations, thumbs hovering, eyes flicking away nervously, like you were bracing for something.

hyunjin was extremely busy too, of course. dance practice ran late, deadlines stacked. life moved fast enough that the quiet shifts slipped through the cracks... until one morning in the practice room.

you showed up late, which was pretty rare for you, and slipped inside while he was stretching. your hoodie was zipped all the way up despite the heat, hair pulled low around your face, and you looked as if you were suffocated, but you didn't make a move to unzip the zipper.

“hey,” he said, smiling automatically. “you alive?”

yo,u smiled back, your smile smaller. “barely.” thankfully, he didn’t tease you about it, making space beside him on the floor. you sat down, cross-legged, shoulders hunched, hands tucked into your sleeves like you were trying to disappear into the fabric. yhat was the first time he really looked.

when you pushed your hair back absentmindedly, ranting softly about a sports competition at your university, the collar of your hoodie shifted, and there it was. it wasn't dramatic or cinematic, but it was definetely painful as he stared at the faint, yellowed bruise on the edge of your neck.

hyunjin’s breath caught. he chose to not say anything, not then. he told himself there was a dozen explanations. you always had been clumsy. you were constantly bumping into doorframes, tripping over air, and collecting bruises on your legs like they were souvenirs, but he couldn't stop looking, and you noticed.

your hand flew up instinctively, tugging the fabric higher. your smile didn’t falter, but something in your eyes did.

“you good?” you asked, too quickly.

hyunjin nodded. “yeah. im just… tired, i guess.”

lies, lies, lies.

from that day on, he noticed everything. you flinched when someone raised their voice in the hallway. he wanted to believe it just startled you. you stopped staying late on campus, always leaving early, always checking the time. he decided that you were just finally getting better at time management. your phone buzzed and buzzed and buzzed, and how your shoulders stiffened every single time.

you also began to talk less. when he would ask how you were, you said, “i’m fine,” like it was a reflex instead of an answer.

one evening, you canceled dinner plans last minute.

something came up. sorry.

he stared at the message for a long time, unmoving.

then, a week later, you showed up to class with makeup you didn’t usually wear. it was heavy around the neck, thick, deliberate. too deliberate.

hyunjin walked beside you across campus that day, pretending not to stare, pretending his chest didn’t feel tight. “cold?” he asked casually, gesturing to the scarf wrapped around your throat. you nodded stiffly, looking like it hurt to speak. “yeah. i guess winter’s early.” it was early autumn.

he didn’t push, but something inside him started to unravel.

that night, he couldn’t sleep.

he kept replaying moments in his head, times you’d gone quiet mid-sentence, times you’d apologized for things that weren’t your fault, times you’d looked at your phone like it was going to grow limbs and hurt you.

he thought about the way you’d smiled less around your boyfriend. the way you stopped inviting hyunjin along when the three of you used to hang out. the way your world had slowly shrunk.

and the worst part was that you hadn't even told him, not because you didn't trust him, but because you didn't want to be a burden. that had hurt more than anything, honestly.

thats all thats going through his head today. it's the kind of day where the world feels rainy and grey, like something was going to go wrong.

you're sitting alone outside the library, knees tucked to your chest, staring at nothing. hyunjin spots you from across the quad, along with your douche of a boyfriend. he's standing too close, with rigid posture and a sharp voice that hyunjin hears, even from a distance.

you’re not speaking, staring off like you don't want to be there, nodding again, and again, and again.

hyunjin doesn't think as he walks, stopping beside you. "hey, you ready to go?" your head snaps up, relief flashing across your face before you can hide it, and your boyfriend scoffs. "we're kind of in the middle of something, dude." hyunjin turns to look at him, his expression calm and controlled. "sure doesn't look like it."

you quickly stand up, inching towards hyunjin, before your boyfriend speaks, jaw clenched "are you seriously leaving right now? i'm talking to you." you hesitate, and hyunjin softens his voice. "you don't have to listen, or explain anything. just come on."

that’s all it takes for you, and you stand. your boyfriend mutters something bitter and resentful about how you're a whore, and storms off into the rain. the second he's gone, your hands start shake and you make a small sound, and hyunjin notices immediately. his skin is soft on yours as he shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around you, pulling you gently under the awning of the store nearby, and you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

through a sob, you whisper. "i didn't want you to find out like that." hyunjin swallows quietly, still there. "find out what?"

theres pure silence for a minute, then your voice cracks. "just..him, i guess."

that’s when he gives up, stepping closer and leaning down just enough to be at eye level with you. "you don't have to protect me from this, y/n," he says softly. "don't carry it alone."

you shake your head. “i-i didn’t want to ruin things. i didn’t want you to look at me differently.”

he laughs softly, sadly, before something slips from his mouth. “i've been looking at you the same way for years.”

you go still before blinking up at him. "what way?"

he exhales, cursing himself silently before speaking again. “like someone i care about. you deserve so much better than what you've been given.”

tears roll down your cheeks, and he wipes them away with his thumb as you speak again. "i don't know how to- how to get out," you admit quietly. "even if i did, i don't think i would be brave enough."

hyunjin reaches out again, slow and careful, like he’s asking permission with every inch. he cups your face with his hands carefully.

“then we’ll figure it out together,” he says. “one step at a time.”

you cry then, letting his words into your heart, and relief and grief tangled together.

he doesn’t rush you.

he just stays, like he always does.

it’s weeks later.

you’ve ended things with your ex. it was painful and messy, but it was for the best.

the healing isn’t automatic or linear. some days you feel good, easy, and others it feels like you're falling back in that hole again... but hyunjin is there for all of them.

hes there for your late-night study sessions, your quiet walks. he does gentle check-ins that never feel invasive, and he makes you feel protected.

one evening, you’re sitting on his dorm room floor, back against his bed, sharing takeout and a shitty tv. you glance at him suddenly. “can I ask you something?”

“always,” he says softly, his gaze moving from the tv to you.

“why didn’t you ever say anything?” you ask. “about… how you felt.”

hyunjin goes quiet for a minute, his gaze not leaving yours, before smiling, small and real. "i didn't want to be another person who would ask you for something."

you turn toward him. “hyunjin.” he remains looking at you, his eyes soft, fond, like he'd hang the stars for you.

“i love you,” he says simply. “i have for a long time. but i don’t need anything from you, at all. i just need you safe.”

your chest aches, and before you know it, you're reaching for him, arms wrapping around his neck gently, before you kiss him.

when you kiss him, it’s slow, careful, full of trust.

he kisses you like he’s afraid of hurting you, and like he never will.

you’re sitting on the couch in his apartment, legs tangled, his hoodie swallowed whole around your frame.

hyunjin presses a kiss to your temple while you scroll through your phone, and you smile a bit.

“you okay?” he asks, still checking, always checking.

you look up at him, your expression soft. “yeah. i really am.”

he smiles back, soft, proud, a little emotional, and plenty in love with you.

for the first time, love feels quiet. safe. yours.

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A/n: 12 hours before my shift!!(aka I’m writing this before actually writing the fic). This is for my glorious, beautiful, amazing, sweet, cute, wonderful, generous, respectful, bodacious, pretty, lovely, magnificent queen @itzsana-kiddingmenow 😛(hope you like it!!)

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