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Today, my therapist was talking about how the smallest bits of self-care — even making yourself a mug of warm tea — are a way of recognizing your own worth, and how meaningful they are when you really dislike yourself. “After all,” she said, “I don’t know about you, but I don’t often make tea for people I hate.”

And that really hit me, especially because I’m an acts-of-service kind of person and tea is one of my go-to ways to show people that I’m thinking about them, care about them, and hope their day could be a little better. So maybe when I make tea for myself, I’m saying that to myself, too, that I’m thinking of my own needs, caring for myself, and trying to make my day a little better. 

And that’s really important to me because a lot of days I struggle to do basic things to keep myself going and just feel like I’m self-destructive, only ever making things worse… but most days I still manage to make myself a mug of tea or two. And it’s good to know that that matters. 

Mingyu: Aww, my baby is upset. And I'm going to cheer him up.

Wonwoo: Don't call me baby.

Mingyu: What if I buy you the complete 20th anniversary set of Harry Potter?

Wonwoo: Baby's listening.

♡My Sun & My Moon - C. Jongho♡

“At night, when the stars light up my room, I sit by myself talking to the moon trying to get to you, in hopes you’re on the other side, talking to me too or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?” ~ Bruno Mars - Talking To The Moon

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Genre » Angst

AU » Idol

Pairing » Jongho x GN!Reader

Warning(s) » None

Word count » 1156

Happily ever afters don’t seem to exist for the idols in this industry. Jongho’s young age doesn’t make a difference when he’s thinking about dating– no matter how old or young you are, love seems to be blocked by the fame every group strives for. Even without rules about relationships, it’s made nearly impossible to date anyone. But somehow, he manages to find someone that loves him the way he has been longing for.

“Ohmygod, I’m sorry!” You apologized over and over again, smoothing out the coat he wore when you bumped into him.

He smiled empathetically, chuckled the tiniest bit, “It’s all good. No need to worry…I liked your performance today.”

His compliment caught you off guard, “Oh umm–thanks? I love your performance, it’s nice!”

“Just nice?” He teased.

You blushed, “It was amazing! You’re truly an amazing vocalist, I could only dream of becoming as amazing as you.”

“That can be arranged.”

From that moment and forward, a relationship began to blossom from the planted seed of desire in the dirt that’s fertilized by loneliness and lust for even the smallest bit of affection. Jongho would pray to whoever heard him–he prayed for the blooming flower to open up with all the petals to represent each beautiful memory that will be shared together.

You are his sun that came to night up his nocturnal being. Everywhere you went, the light radiating off your body spreads all around and brightens the day of everyone and everything you meet. Your eye smiles are like a thousand rays of suns and his life has never been the same since. His sun sets and rises around you.

He watches your face sparkle on the big screen and he can’t help himself to lean over to watch you happily clap your hands together on the small monitor nearest to him. The gummy smile plays on his lips as you rap along with the too-fast-paced lyrics, your cheeks flush out of embarrassment noticing that everyone caught your adorable fail on their screens. Once the camera goes away, you turn back to look at Jongho who simply laughs at you and sends you a smile that tells all.  

“Yah! You can’t stare at them, there’s cameras everywhere.” Seonghwa snaps him back into the reality of being an idol, Jongho apologizes and looks at the stage instead of catching himself staring at you.

He can’t even glance at you without causing something. Jongho is sure that people already took notice at his gawking but he can’t help it. The way your hair laid beautifully on your head, the batting motion of your eyelashes, your lips that spread flowers over his when in private, and the figure hugging attire you have on sends him into a frenzy. And your eyes, they–

“Dude, seriously? You need to stop looking over there right now!” Yunho harshly whispers in his ear, warning him once again of the fans surrounding them.

“Sorry.”

“Start acting like it.”

He’s frustrated watching you sway to the music–it’s not just the act alone but it’s the fact that he can’t hold you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder and sway along with you. His eyes burn hearing the soft love song play in the background and seeing you dance alone. He can’t act out, especially here.

His love-hate relationship with award shows is truly something that bores him. He loves seeing his fans and the rush of performing but, ever since he met you he dreads award shows. His fans are respectful and don’t crowd the boys, but he feels so suffocated by the flashes of the long lenses and the need to act proper.

Don’t do this, don’t do that, don’t talk to this person, be careful of this, don’t you dare, ask before you do it, stop being so this or that;

And the list continues.

The invisible hands grip at his throat constantly. He has all the room to breathe, yet has no air to breathe through his lungs. The floor is made out of eggshells painted in the finest gold; he has to walk with such delicacy that he holds his breath the entire time.

Everytime he sees a camera flash in his face, he can see the headlines and the rumors and the flood of hate comments towards you. He has no problem dealing with the hatred but if it’s aimed at you, might as well rip his heart out because that feeling will hurt less than seeing your bright heart turn dull at the words of faceless strangers. The envious comments flooding your social media is something he can’t help but imagine as he notices more cameras shift over to you. The fingers on the lenses twirl around to focus on your face, and you feel every burn.

The show is coming to an end and you’re ready to go back to the dressing rooms and away from the lenses. Your pace quickens once you’re safe from the audience’s view. Your members attempt to keep up with you. Just as you’re about to reach the hallway of the room, a familiar hand wraps itself around your wrist and tugs you back,

“Y/N wait, let me–”

“I don’t want to be seen with you Jongho.” Your words slice through the first layer of his chest.

Hurt and confused, he asks you to explain further, “w-what? Why?”

“It’s all over Twitter.”

“What is?”

“Just, stop, okay? I can’t go through this stupid scandal and jeopardize my members’ careers. I really really like you but…we were going to be temporary, my company wants us to be forever. I’m not letting someone like you in my life.”

You walk down the hall, the second layer is cut through.

You slam the door and the noise resonates through the vacant space, the third layer is cut through.

Checking Twitter and seeing the hate you are receiving from “fans” cuts through the final layer and pierces his heart.

He walks solemnly into the car, observing the chattering but tired members. Sitting quietly, he peers out the window and looks up at the moon.

Jongho remembers looking at the moon when he felt the most lonely, it was always there for him. The moon understood him and filled the darkness with a beam of light. When he met you, it’s like he cheated on the moon with the sun. You eclipsed the moon from his life permanently. Who needs the darkness when the light is what keeps you warm?

But the moon still remains high in the sky for him to adore. He now sits on the ledge of the window, letting the darkness engulf his life once more.

His heart aches and his eyes burn but knowing you live under the same moon makes him embrace his nocturnal life once again. No matter what, you’ll always be there.

The moon can’t outshine the sun forever.

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Jealousy

Summary: Minhyuk knows you like Kihyun. He also knows that Kihyun likes you. Tired of waiting for one of you to make a move, Minhyuk decides to give the two of you a little push. Why not gift Kihyun a little jealousy for his birthday?

Pairing: Kihyun x n. Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Minhyuk being a brat, language, kissing

Words: 1,637

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The party was loud with people socializing and music playing in the background. Of course, since Hyungwon was throwing this party it was bound to be a hit. Your head nods along with the music as you nurse your drink. There’s a small plate filled with toothpicks. Those little appetizer things were so delicious you couldn’t help yourself. You’re not sure exactly what they are and are debating about asking Hyungwon about them. You are afraid to ask because knowing him each of these tiny little things probably had a large price tag. But oh my god they are so addicting!

A laugh catches your attention and you turn and see the man of the hour with your good friend Shownu. The latter is rubbing his head shyly as Kihyun pats him on his shoulder. The watch on Kihyun’s wrist catches the light and you can’t help but think back to earlier. You and a few closer friends arrived before most of the party. In that more private setting is when you gifted the birthday man with his present. The sleek and intricately designed watch adorning his wrist was something Kihyun has been eyeing for a while. Knowing this, you saved up for a long time wishing to buy it for his birthday. The look of surprise and happiness had been worth it when he opened his present.

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walking in on jeonghan jerking off would be quite the sight to see.

the first thing you'd notice would be the way his pretty hand coils around his even prettier dick. the tip, so pink and angry, would be carelessly ignored as his palm rubs against his long shaft. you swear that you could practically feel the vein that protrudes from him. or perhaps you just wish you did.

the second thing you'd notice would be that damned sly smirk on his face. jeonghan's ability to be an absolute dickhead, pun not intended, in any situation never fails to amaze you. somehow he's managed to make you feel flustered when you're the one who's caught him playing with himself. somehow knowing that just makes it all the more hot. and when it comes to him, no matter the situation, you're always the one who's caught blushing.

"like what you see, baby?" he says.

what a line, you think. but why did it work so well?

probably because it came from those damned lips of his. the ones that peck at your cunt and play with its wetness. you can practically feel his skin against you. oh how easy you are when it comes to him.

the third thing you'd notice is how your mind's already far too gone at this point. all you can really think about is the stretch of him inside you, and in a twisted act of self betrayal, your body acts accordingly. you feel your core ache against emptiness, your fingernails itching to touch, and the rest of you itching to be touched.

his slick hand still lazily plays the game you wish you had the control of.

"taking too damn long," he shakes his head in disapproval. "d'you even deserve to see me like this?" absolutely insatiable is what he is.

there's no stopping him when he gets like this, or anytime if we're being really honest. but it's not like you'd want to anyway.

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Hyunjin: Oh, Chan! I know you don't wanna talk about it, but I did contact our dance instructor.

Chan: No need, Hyunjin, it's all good.

Hyunjin: So the fight with Minho is over?

Chan: Yup!

Hyunjin: Because you understand it now?

Chan: Nope!

Jisung: Because you guys...

Chan: Yup!

Jisung: I knew it.

Jisung, goes to leave but quickly turns back to Hyunjin: See what happened is your dads had sex.

Hyunjin, quickly stands up to leave: Okay, Jisung!

*Chan talking to Changbin whilst Lee Know is listening to music*

Chan: Lee Know is so cute

Changbin: Until he threatens to put Hyunjin in the air fryer...

Chan: But look at him, so cute, he's a little baby

*Minho turns off his music, gives Chan a death glare*

Minho: Call me little baby one more time, you'll go into the air fryer next, old man

KINKTOBER POST #2

Genre: suggestive

Pairing: San x neutral reader

Word count: haha pls spit on me

Warnings: a bit fluffy beginning, spit kink, pet names, dry humping, praise?, mentions of choking, Woo being annoying what’s new

Halloween is coming up and you brought home tons of candy for trick or treaters that will soon come knocking on your door. But due to "safety" reasons your dork of a boyfriend and his friend had to try some of it out beforehand, just to be “100% sure.”

Your eyes were stuck on a particular brand of candy which happened to be your favorite, the blue raspberry flavor in particular.

You watched your boyfriend’s pouty lips closely as he sucked around the colorful candy before pushing it into his mouth slowly, his lips glistening with his now candy flavored saliva.

Nothing new here, just another day of you being a needy, bothered mess as San unknowingly woke up one of your hidden kinks, once again. You haven't told him about your fantasies in fear of him teasing you about it. Not that you’d mind, it’s just your mind playing tricks on you.

"You want some?" He spoke with his mouth still full of candy, and all you could do is shyly nod trying to get your mind out the gutter. "Mhmm, I want blue!"

"You want some?" He spoke with his mouth still full of candy, and all you could do is shyly nod trying to get your mind out the gutter. "Mhmm, I want blue!"

"You want some?" He spoke with his mouth still full of candy, and all you could do is shyly nod trying to get your mind out the gutter. "Mhmm, I want blue!"

"Oh no, this was the last blue one!" He pouted slightly, sticking his tongue out to show you the piece of candy still sitting on top of it. You laughed nervously, nodding as you reached out for the bag.

"No silly, come here!" His hand made its way under your chin, tilting his head as he slowly leaned in to close the gap between you, sliding the hard candy past his tongue into your mouth.

Your eyes widened as you felt the usually dry candy coated in his saliva, whimpering at the feeling making him pull away, confusion and curiosity painted on his face. In a situation like this normal people would mind their own business.

Except for one of them, of course. But then again, he might not be the most normal person you've met. "Eww Choi San, don't choke them with your tongue!" Woooung complained, acting disgusted from the scene he just witnessed even though his face was already tinted a soft shade of pink.

"Jealousy is a disease, get well soon! Besides that's not the only thing y/n chokes on." He smiled innocently as wooyoung's eyes widened as much as yours did, his cheeks now red as he turned his head in the opposite direction. His attention no longer on the two of you as he stormed off to his room to do god knows what.

He turnt his head to see you, raising his brow as he watched your expression in amusement. "Are you enjoying the candy that much, or is there some other reason you're this excited to have it in your mouth?" He leaned in to whisper into your ear, making you nearly choke on the candy making you bite into it in panic, eating it as quick as you could.

He chuckled pulling you into his lap, thumb sliding across your bottom lip slowly. "Now, will you tell me what got you so needy?" He grinned pulling on your bottom lip gently, pleased when your lips naturally parted without him asking.

"U-Uh what are you talking about? I was just eating the candy you gave me." You gulped looking into his eyes softly, cheeks flushed a bright pink color.

"Come on angel, I know it must be very..very hard for you, am I right?" He hinted at your burning body, sliding one hand down your hip, guiding you to slowly grind down on him.

"Why don't you let master help you?" He whispered in your ear, brushing strands of stray hair out of your face before wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing gently.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, a tiny whimper leaving your lips. "San, P-Please.." your hips started moving on their own, desperately rutting against his clothed cock.

"Please what, sweetheart?" He bit his lip at the sight of you getting so worked up for him, getting harder under you, his own hips bucking up to meet yours.

"S.." You mumbled embarrassed, words stuck in your throat which only made him choke you a little harder. "Come on baby, tell master what you want."

"I want you to spit in my mouth, p-please." You purred, eyes fluttering open as you looked at him through your eyelashes seeing him flash you a grin.

"Oh is that right, is that why you were nearly moaning from my spit in your mouth?" You nodded almost too desperately, feeling beyond embarrassed but you could care less at this point, the growing heat in your lower region being more then enough to distract your and cloud your brain.

"Open up then, little one." He gritted his teeth as you obeyed his request, parting your lips just slightly.

"Aww are you so fucked out already that you can't open your mouth properly? It doesn’t seem like you want it that bad then." You shook your head a bit too quickly, sticking your tongue out for him as he gripped your jaw, making you part your lips more. He gathered up his spit as he slowly spit in your mouth, which you gladly accepted.

"Such a dirty little baby.. swallow it all for master." He groaned watching your eyes close in pleasure, his eyes a darker shade of brown as he watched you swallow his spit that you desperately begged him for.

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A/N: guys, so umm... this came out A LOT softer then I originally intended. I’m not too proud of this as I had different imagination of how this would turn out.. but I hope you still enjoyed it (at least a little) hope I didn’t disappoint anyone! 🥺