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You're so beautiful, and don't you know it. You make art look so plain, i hope you know how beautiful you are.

the fact that jupiter and saturn haven’t been physically and observably this close since 1226 is so poetic bc you’re telling me i’m going to look up at and admire the same astronomical anomaly in the sky that someone hundreds and hundreds of years ago, with less knowledge of the stars and the planets than we have now, also looked up at and admired nonetheless. the past is long gone but the awareness of being connected to someone somewhere long ago thru the night sky is overwhelming me

portrait.

1:46 pm

renjun and you sat on a picnic blanket, situated in a quiet grass field, surrounded by tall trees and fresh air.

both of you held canvases, grasping paint brushes making delicate strokes on the rough fabric. as you drew him, he drew you, trying to complete a portrait of eachother.

as he focuses on your features, you admire his attentive eyes. as he pushes up his glasses and scrunches his nose to detail your eyes just right.

“your not even painting” he scoffs, not understanding the sudden distraction.

“only because your so pretty, you distract me. also i cant really paint. i wouldn’t do you justice.” you smile as you watch him blush over the compliment. he would never admit it, but he loves being called pretty.

he moves the canvas off of his lap to the side, placing the paintbrush down. he shuffles to place his head in your lap, your hands moving to the default position in his hair.

his eyes close as you massage his scalp, he looks so precious like this, so calm and at peace.

“your so beautiful y/n” he says, quietly, drifting off.

“you can’t even see me” you tease, smiling as you massage his temples.

he sits up, all of a sudden, you move your hands back to your sides, wondering if you did something wrong.

“i don’t need to have my eyes open to see how gorgeous you are” he claims, face gentle but tone serious. you smile looking down, feeling embarrassed with just his eyes on you.

he moves up to place a hand to your cheek. lifting your head up to meet his soft eyes. gravitating closer to eachother as the air becomes heavy with anticipation.

your lips meet together in a perfect middle, moving together in perfect, soft harmony. as he gently moves his hand to the back of your neck, you move your right hand to pull him closer.

you can’t get enough, intoxicated off of the smell of his cologne and the idea of never letting go.

Dollarstore Mistletoe ‣ ljn

‣ genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers, female reader

‣ wc: 2.7k

‣ summary: Jeno looked up at the mistletoe then at you, cheeks heating up from the situation. So that’s why Hyuck had mistletoe. 

this was going to be a short blurb but sike… enjoy!

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You sat at the corner of the room, eyes drawn nervously at Donghyuck who was holding a tied up bunch of mistletoe in his hand. Though he was tossing it to himself, you could already read his mind from across the room. He had a sly smirk on his face as he glanced between you and Jeno who chose to sit between Jisung and Chenle.

Donghyuck, I fucking swear. You texted him, eyes growing wide in a subtle warning once he looked back up at you. 

He laughed out loud before texting you back, I’m not doing anything.

Not rn but ur going to.

He loved going over to your place just to tease you about your (apparent) undying love for Jeno, constantly pushing you to make a move because Jeno was a ‘giant wuss’ and ‘would not grow balls to do so himself’ while you ‘had potential’. And honestly, you weren’t sure what to believe when it came to Donghyuck. He was a trickster. Who knew if he was lying this time or not. 

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High School!Haechan

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When Haechan strutted into Chinese class with his hands in his pockets, earbuds shoved in, and backpack hanging off one shoulder, you had a terrible urge to smack him. Mina, one of the most popular girls in the class, immediately stood up and flocked around him with her friends. 

A chorus of “Here I’ll help you!” and “I can do it, I’m good at it!” flooded the previously quiet room as the girls made grabs at Haechan, who calmly and politely refused their offers. He glided to the window where you were, swinging his backpack onto the ground and plopped into the desk beside you. You groaned in (half) mock disgust. 

“Are you kidding me right now?” 

Haechan only smiled goofily at you, and you knew he was trying his best not to start laughing. He popped his earbuds out and draped them across the back of his neck, the buds dangling from his shoulder.

“As much as I hate AirPods, I swear to god they’re meant for you.” 

He merely shrugged “You wanna buy them for me? You know I don’t have the money for them.”

“You know I don’t have money for them either! If I had money, do you think I would still have my LG phone? Do you know how hard it is to find a cute phone case? I have to spend a solid hour browsing through shady eBay listings!” As you rambled, Haechan scooted his desk so that his bumped against yours, returning his gaze back to you when he felt settled. Completely disregarding your mini-rant, he whined. “Fix it for me, please.”

You crossed your arms against your chest and huffed. What kind of game was he playing? “No. So many people offered and you turned them down, I’m not about to fix it for you.”

“Ah Y/N! Come on, please~” He continued to make baby noises at you and pout profusely. You quickly scanned the room and saw a significant portion of your classmates either glaring at you or gaping at Haechan. When he wouldn’t let up, you snatched his earbuds from where they laid and set them on your desk. 

He always did this. Mostly because he wanted your attention, and also because he liked it when you helped him. It made him feel like you cared about him. So every few months, he would knot the wires of his earbuds so messily that it reduced the length of them by half, and then proceed to beg you to untie them for him. And here you were, once again, hunched over the tangled mass trying to carefully dissect the clump. 

“Literally anyone else could’ve done this and it would’ve produced the same result,” you complained. 

“That’s not true. You’re the only person who won’t break them when you untangle.”

Haechan watched you work, your fingers moving skillfully due to all the previous times he came to you with the same task. He liked how your hair would fall from your ear and brush against your nose, and how you would then let out a huff of air to push it away. He liked how you would start with your head bent over the desk and then slowly straighten, bringing the earbuds to your face rather than your face to the earbuds. And he liked how every time you finish untangling it, you would grab his phone and plug them in to make sure the wiring was still intact in each ear. 

You put the buds into your own ears and hit play, not caring what was on. Although you were kind of curious today since Haechan was sporting his resting bitch face as he came in today. Expecting some kind of badass rap, you were surprised to hear jazzy piano and a male voice. 

You’re just too good to be true

Can’t take my eyes off you

You’d be like heaven to touch

I want to hold you so much

“What is this?” you asked, popping one earbud out so that you could hear his reply. He raised an eyebrow and frowned, trying to remember. The music continued to stream into your ear, and you were a little surprised by the lyrics.

I love you baby

And if it’s quite alright

I need you baby

Through all the lonely nights

“Haechan this song is so unlike you,” you mused. The lyrics came to you in fragments, as you were only paying attention half of the time. You opened his Spotify and read the title out loud. “Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You, Max Von Essen.”

Oh pretty baby

Haechan’s eyes widened in alarm. The tips of his ears started burning and he opened his mouth to explain, but couldn’t. How could he tell you that he was listening to it, with you on his mind? Sure, he was planning on confessing his feelings at some point but not now. It was too soon, too rushed, too spontaneous. He wasn’t ready. He doubted you were either. 

And let me love you

“Do you like it?” he asked instead. Your head started to sway to the song, fingers tapping the surface of the desk rhythmically. “Yeah, I do. Not my usual vibe, but it’s very sweet.”

You’re just too good to be true

Haechan picked up the other earbud, his fingers grasping the white plastic and bringing it to his ear. Maybe now was the time. It didn’t have to be a grandiose, fantastical promposal under the stars. As he listened to the lyrics with you, he made up his mind. 

Oh pretty baby

Now that I’ve found you stay

“You know,” he started, when the music faded away. “When I listen to this song I think of you.”

You cocked your head, confused. “Because of the sound? You know I don’t really listen to old music or jazzy stuff.” 

He shook his head, feeling flustered. Forcing himself to swallow his nerves, he looked straight into your eyes and smiled warmly. You’d never seen him so genuine before and felt butterflies stir in your stomach. “What then?”

“The lyrics. You’re too good to be true, I can’t take my eyes off of you.”

The corners of your lips twitched upwards. Was he saying what you think he’s saying?

He inhaled and started singing to you sweetly, serenading you. In awe, you pulled out the other earbud to give him your full attention. He slowed the song down as he sang, gracing you with his voice that you heard so rarely. Your heart bloomed and you felt an urge to kiss him but you knew that if you kissed him now, he would stop singing. His voice pulled you in and made you forget about the little trivialities, instead encouraging you to focus on only him. 

“I love you baby, and if it’s quite alright. I need you baby, through all the lonely nights”

Some racist asshole run a muslim family down with his pick-up truck this afternoon in London (Ontario), killing four and leaving only one family member alive. The terrorist was a 20-year old islamophobic dude who targeted muslims and wanted to kill as many of them as possible; when the police arrested him, he was wearing body armor, he had intended to commit more than just murders. There's a 9-year old who lost his family and is in the hospital right now. It's heartbreaking.

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Killing of Canadian Muslim family with truck was hate crime -police

mr. jeong with landon pigg’s “falling in love at a coffee shop” please 🥺

FALLING IN LOVE AT A COFFEE SHOP

I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you

Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you

I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine

Now I'm shining too

Jaehyun stood in the counter, watching you as you flipped the next page of the book that you were reading with an enthusiasm of a kid. From his position, he could clearly see the twinkle in your eyes as you skim through the words printed out on it.

It has been exactly a week since you started to frequent the coffee shop Jaehyun was working at. And in those times, he’d never seen you with an empty hand. You were always holding and reading a book.

He found it captivating; the way your face give out the scene unfolding in the book. If your eyebrows are knitted together, Jaehyun knew that whatever your reading wasn’t pleasing. He knew that when your mouth gapes a little bit, a plot twist was behind it. And whenever you smile with your eyes, he knows that the characters spent a good time with each other.

He wasn’t much of a reader, but because of you, Jaehyun had unobtrusively peeked at the cover of the book you were reading. After days of searching for it to the bookstores, he’d finally found the series. And boy, didn’t he binge-read the first and second book.

Fortunately, you were reading the second book of the series when you visited the coffee shop. And by the looks of it, one more chapter and you were ready for the third book.

“Whose is this?” Jaehyun asked his co-worker, referring to the slice of cake on the counter. He sure knew that it was your order, because Jaehyun had given a lot of attention to your taste buds. Yet he was hoping that you won’t find it creepy.

“For the girl right there,” his co-worker answered. When he attempted to pick up your order, Jaehyun offered to do the honor. With a confused look, his co-worker nodded.

With a tray of your order in hand, Jaehyun walked owards you. You didn’t even notice him as he laid the plate in front of you.

Jaehyun chuckled. “You’re sure this is what you want?” he asked. You looked up to him, face contorted in a confused expression. Jaehyun cleared his throat. “I search her eyes for doubt, fear, uncertainty. But all I see is that fire. Ten hells.”

Upon hearing the words, your face lightened up. Then you spoke the next words from the book, “I am sure.”

Jaehyun stared at your eyes, as if he was the character from the book himself. “Then I’ll find a way.”

You placed the book on the table, your eyes never leaving Jaehyun’s. “What— How did you know that?” you asked, clearly impressed.

A swell of pride bloomed in Jaehyun’s heart. At least, his reading wasn’t in vain. “Well... it’s a good book so I’ve picked it up.”

“Oh, yes.” You chuckled. “It really is.” Then you noticed him still standing. “Oh, please have a seat!”

“Oh, no— it’s okay—” Jaehyun scratched the back of his head, trying to hide the redness of his ears.

“I insist,” you said with a small chuckle. “It’s nice to have someone I could talk about books with.”

Jaehyun sat with a wide smile spread out on his lips.

For weeks, both of you would go on dates in a book store or in a library. Jaehyun’s growing obsession of books matched yours perfectly. And who knows, perhaps your wedding vows would be like those written in a classic book.

build-a-blurb : jaehyun!!, johnny, doyoung / assistant manager AU! ( you work as their assistant manager basically making sure they are happy and u do like errands for the manager haha ) / "where are you going with all that food?" (Delivering it to the boys ofc) have fun with it!!

Doyoung (ft. Jaehyun & Johnny) + Assistant manager!AU + “where are you going with all that food?”

[a.n. I hope you don’t mind me making JohnJae as extras here. I just thought that Doyoung will be perfect for this AU + I haven’t got any requests for him :< Nevertheless, enjoy bb!]

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There was never a day Manager!Doyoung from the sales team was slacking off. With his impeccable work ethics along with being a perfectionist, the whole office knows how hard your work is as his assistant manager. It takes talent and patience to deal with your boss’ ass. He expects everything to be quick with too little to none errors. So when he asked for your ass to come to his office to submit him a report from the company’s latest product that was due for an hour already, Manager!Doyoung immediately stormed out of his office to look for you.

“Where on earth is Y.N?” He asked, obviously annoyed as he shuts close your empty office door behind him. The whole sales department quivered at the idea of their angry boss who was out of his office. Majority of them froze at their spot.

Manager!Doyoung snickered in disbelief, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge. If he finds out that you’re procrastinating, you are dead. He points his finger at the intern who just came in. “Hey you! Have you seen Y.N?”

“I-I,” The poor girl was caught off guard. “I think I saw her at the Marketing departm-”

Manager!Doyoung wasted no time. He stormed towards the elevator, pushing the button to the marketing department a little bit too hard. His jaw clenched in annoyance as he waited for the door to open. The intern was right. You were at the marketing department floor with tons of fast food paper bags in your arm and a tray of coffee at the other. The word angry was an understatement. Manager!Doyoung was fuming at the sight of you.

“Where are you going with all that food?” His loud familiar voice startled you, making your head turn immediately. You stopped midway from entering the marketing department’s office. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here, huh?”

You tried to give a smile to your boss. “Well, you see Sir Kim, Mr. Jung and Mr. Suh saw me at the lobby to fetch you some afternoon coffee so they gave me their orders too.”

He snickered in annoyance before his hand gripped your wrist without notice. You were practically being dragged by your boss towards the marketing department office. You stumbled once he let go of you. But being the gentleman that he is despite being a cold jerk, Doyoung’s hand went flying to your waist to balance you.

“Can I please have a moment with Mr. Jung?” The marketing team blinked at his sudden arrival. “Now!”

The office workers scram to knock at their manager’s office door. Jaehyun not knowing the gravity of the situation went out of his office along with his best bud, Johnny, the manager of the human resources department, with a huge grin on their faces. The both of them were delighted that their snacks finally came. Their smiles immediately vanish when they see you with a nervous smile and a fuming fellow manager on your side.

“Now listen up you two.” Manager!Doyoung loosen his tie out of anger. A scowl is evident on his face. “Y.N is my assistant manager not your errand girl. Now I suggest you let your interns to do the dirty job for you and leave her the fuck out of it. Understood?”

Johnny’s lips turned into a thin line while Jaehyun’s face was red because of embarrassment. They nod, accepting their mistakes wholeheartedly. Jaehyun gives you an apologetic look from where he was standing.

“Sorry Y.N” Johnny took the initiative to get the food from your arms. The whole time he was doing that, Doyoung’s eyes never left the tall man. 

He was glaring at him all throughout. “Furthermore,”

“She is mine to begin with.” His remark made your eyes into saucers, a look of disbelief on your face as you turned to him. The whole office froze at what they heard. Even Jaehyun and Johnny let out a gasp at the sudden revelation. Your boss realized his mistake after a good few seconds. His face turned red in an instant.

“My employee,” Manager!Doyoung tried to keep his composure as he corrected himself. “Because she’s my employee God damnit! Now, get back to work!”

Trailing behind your angry boss, an obvious grin was painted on your lips. You tried to keep your giggles to yourself as you waited inside the elevator. Manager!Doyoung gave you a glare while he fixed his tie. 

“If you laugh you’re fired Y.N” Just like that, your giggles echoed inside the elevator. He lets out a scoff before staring directly at you. The dark look from his eyes made you slowly back away, only for your back to be greeted by the cold elevator wall. 

“Don’t think I can’t make that happen love.” Doyoung raised an eyebrow with a teasing smirk before the elevator door opened and your boss was back being a cold asshole once again.

warnings : usage of word smut and drugs. based on that stupid tiktok that i once found very endearing.

“are you in there baby?” jeno’s tired voice echoed as he knocked on the wooden door. outside the door, stood your boyfriend and in your hands, rested your explicit novel that your innocent boyfriend knew nothing about and you wanted to keep it that way as long as you it was possible. you closed your book following by your legs as you hugged it closer to your chest. he knocks once again, this time hoping for an answer from you. “baby what are you doing in there?”

before you could filter your words, the blood that rushed through your whole body spoke for you . “drugs!”

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