: Kisses With Zb1

I NEED MATHEO OR THEODORE X FEM READER AND SHE JUST LOVES HIS HANDS AND ARM VIENS AND SHE WALKS INTO HIS DORM AND IS GOBSMAKED TO SEE HIS ABS

pairings: theodore nott x reader

word count: 0.9k

summary: ^^

You feel safe. Your head rests in Theo’s lap, staring up at his handsome face as he reads, a hand massaging your scalp unconsciously.

Your gaze wanders down his arms, pursing your lips when you notice the veins that flow down his arms into his hands, watching as his huge hands delicately flip a page.

It’s hard to suppress a giggle, and you don’t, thinking about your man, mister mean Theodore Nott being gentle with a book, but nearly as gentle as he is with you.

It’s seductive, his loveliness, his kindness, his softness, but so is the way he looks down at you, eyes curious as he silently asks what your giggling about. You shrug up at him, but his hand leaves your hair and you from, sitting up from your spot on his bed, and turning to look at him over your shoulder.

“What’s up, babe?” you ask, watching as he crinkles the corner of his book page to mark where he left off. You cringe. Maybe he’s not the gentlest.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he starts, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips, you pull away, he chases after your lips, muttering, “Quidditch.”

You roll your eyes, pulling away from his second kiss. You had already forgotten about his quidditch practice even though he was already in his practice jersey.

You groan, throwing yourself into his pillows. “Why, Lord, why must you do this to me?” you yell into his pillow. You can hear him chuckle.

“I’ll be back soon, hun,” he assures, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Two hours at most.”

“Two hours,” you groan again, letting your head fall into his chest. You can feel his abs underneath his thin shirt. Your mouth waters.

He pats your hair, smoothing it down before slowly backing away, off his bed. “I know,” he groans. He stands up, eyes never leaving you as he backs to his door. “I’ll be as fast as I can. Okay, sweetheart?”

“You better be.” You hum, watching him slip out the door.

The next hour is the most boring hour of your life. You mindlessly looked through Theo’s book that he left on his bed, reading his beautiful annotation, but he’s a quiet guy, his annotation are drawn down to simple cursive words with vocab you can hardly understand.

Boredom brings you back to your dorm, lying in bed, listening to Pansy draw onto her hopeless crush on Luna Lovegood. It’s entertaining, much more entertaining then sitting around and doing nothing. It’s when she leaves it get boring again, and you find your way back to Theo’s dorm.

Without a second though, you shove the door open, welcoming yourself inside.

You flush when your eyes land on Theo, his back to you, bent slightly as he stared down at his bed, completely bare from the waist up.

“Shit,” you say under your breath, hopelessly staring at your boyfriends back, unable to move.

He’s toned, the muscles in his back stare at you and you can see triceps flex at you as he holds his jersey. His veins are more prominent in his arms as he runs a hand through his sweaty hair. He’s glistening like a greek god.

“You’re shirtless,” you breathe, still standing in the doorway of his dorm. The words come out as an exclaim, and you’re embarrassed and incredibly flustered.

He turns around and your greeted with Theodore’s abs. Your mouth gapes, and you can feel your own drool forming in your mouth. You feel hot all over.

Theo smiles at the sight of you, his green quidditch jersey still in his hand, the silky material practically melts in his big hands and all of a sudden it’s hard to look away, but you manage, meeting his eyes.

“Hey, honey,” he smiles, walking up to you and grabbing you by your forearms to pull you inside his dorm and close the door. He stays close, his body heat radiating off him as you try to look him in the eyes and settle your uneven breaths.

“I didn’t know where you went,” he chuckles, looking down at you with a loving expression in his eyes. “I was beginning to get worried.”

“Worried?” you choke out, still frazzled. “Why would you be worried?”

Theo hums, pulling you as he walks backwards to his bed. He sits, pulling you between his legs so he can look up at you, his hands resting on you hips. He leans forward and kisses your belly. You can see the muscles of his back. Fuck, he was hot.

“Didn’t know where my girl was,” he shrugged, resting his chin on your belly and gazing up at you. He smiles, leaning back to fully look at you.

“I’m here,” you mutter, anxiously nibbling on your lip.

It’s so, so hard to breath. Your hands drift to his abs, feeling them tense beneath your touch. They drift downwards, until you can see the label of his boxers where they peak out under his pants. You take your hands away, Theo groans.

“And I’m so glad,” he pants. “But why don’t you come a little close?”

You yelp when he pulls you onto the bed, pushing you underneath him so he was towering over you. Under him, you can see the sharp curve of his jawline and his sweaty muscles just before he plops down on you, bearing his head in your chest and leaving little kisses. He sighs into your skin. “That’s better.”

again, not proofread i’m lazy and imperfect but here you go! hope you like it @annaisabookworm! 🧸🫶🫀

What was interesting to me as a parent was watching how in episode 4 we see the father mirroring Jamie's behaviour in episode 3. It's in so many subtle and more obvious ways.

The way that hour of t.v. in episode 4 is slow so that we can steadily watch the father and watch how closely his wife monitors his emotions so that she can step in to regulate them for him. She pushes her emotions aside to monitor his because his potential to blow up and get violent verbally or physically is potentially dangerous for her and her daughter.

Jamie switches from screaming to apologising in episode 3. Then we see the father apologise in episode 4 for spilling the water from the bucket after blowing up at his wife. He apologises for the wrong things. His son does the same.

His father hasn't shared with his wife what he saw Jamie do on the video and she says he shuts down and doesn't want to talk about it. In the same way Jamie hasn't spoken to any of his family about how he and his friends have been bullied at school - spat on and ridiculed in real life and online.

Episode 4 is so fascinating to me. Watching each person's individual roles in relation to each other in that regular family. Lisa especially monitoring the emotional state of her parents, so that she can intervene to soothe them or distract them to calm them down. She does the same with Jamie on the phone and still claiming Jamie as theirs. The parents think they've raised their kids the same. But they themselves have gendered roles in the family. The kids have mirrored their mother and father respectively.

9:14 pm han yujin. ☆  ͏

word count: 0.4k

syn: a typical late night w/ han yujin.

wrote this bc i was feeling delusional and im in love w my (real) bf yujin 😊😊

“you didn’t have to wait for me, you know,” the boy next to you mumbled softly, his slim fingers gripping the strap of his bag while eyeing your figure that was currently leaning against the cold wall. now aware of his presence, you looked up at him, mindlessly shrugging while removing yourself from the hard surface and making your way to stand next to him, the streetlamp immediately illuminating your features. “practice ended much later than i thought.”

“but i wanted to.” you said.

“but its late.” yujin replied. looking at the imaginary watch on your wrist, you faked a thinking expression before sending him a lopsided smile.

“not that late.” you retorted.

“its almost 10.” 

“and? the ice cream shop closes at 10:30, we have time.” you said, causing the taller boy to look at you skeptically. 

“ice cream? this late?” you grinned up at him and nodded beamingly.

“what? don’t wanna get ice cream with me?” his glazed face then broke out into a panicked expression, causing you to stifle a laugh. intertwining your hand with his much larger one, you gently placed them into the right pocket of your puffer jacket, cold fingers stll interlocked. the small action ignited an indescribable emotion in the boy, the apples of his cheeks hueing pink and the tips of his ears turning peachy. unconsciously rubbing the top of his hand with your thumb to create warmth, you stared up at the shy 5’9 boy beside you. 

his messy, slightly sweaty locks fell around his face, allowing him to look even prettier that usual. he always looked pretty in your eyes. 

tightening his grip on the sports bag slung around his shoulders, he inhaled when you slowly removed your intertwined hands from your pocket and placed a light, feathery kiss on it, your strawberry chapstick leaving a very slight print. a shy smile instantly formed in the corner of his heart shaped lips, his pretty bunny teeth peeking out.

“doesn’t matter because you’re coming anyways.” you mumbled and his smile only grew. 

yujin deeply appreciated it when you waited for him after his inconsistently late soccer practices. knowing the fact that you were willing to wait alone in the cold weather just for him made a familiar feeling bloom in the pit of his chest. but he wasn’t gonna let you know that. too bad- you already did. 

“what flavor are you getting?” you asked.

“strawberry.” he replied.

“again?”

“it reminds me of you.”

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no you have to contribute to your fandom if you don't want it to die. most fandoms die because people say 'it's so sad watching the fandom die when the hype dies' without doing anything about it. I'm not saying you have to push out 100k word slow-burn fic, I'm not saying you have to make fan art or gif sets or edits or anything. I'm just saying we as a community should contribute to our fandom if we don't want it to die, and by contributing, I'm talking about giving kudos, commenting on your favorite fics, reblogging your favorite art and just talking about your favorite characters. that's enough to keep a fandom alive. that's the most effective way to keep a fandom alive in my humble opinion.

fandoms die because people stop talking about it, fandoms die because people stop engaging with fan content once the hype is gone. what I'm saying is, mainstream media's hype may be gone, but our fandom can stay alive and thriving if us as a community don't let it die.

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

Please, you are my hope to save my family from hunger and death

I hope that my message reaches all the free people in the world and those with compassionate hearts. I ask you to save my family, because they are in danger.

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SHAHD’S GOFUNDME

SHAHD’S STORY

PALESTINE MASTERLIST

We don’t talk enough about the fact the hyuntak was ready to go in for baku before sieun got there in ep8. He stepped forward, limping on his bad knee, fully prepared to face baekjin knowing he couldn’t win

This is the saddest thing I've ever read. Haechan and Jeno's hit personally for some reason to me and I've haven't even had my first kiss yet, lol. If you need something to feel this, read this.

IF I LOVE YOU WAS A PROMISE, WOULD YOU BREAK IT IF YOUR HONEST?

They say the most painful thing is unrequited love, oh they must not know how falling out of love with someone feels.

How NCT dream members would react to falling out of love with you,

GENRE: angst

PAIRINGS: NCT dream Hyung line x fem reader

WARNINGS: Swear words, alcohol, Jeno and Haechan being drunk in Jeno's part.

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Mark Lee:

Maybe it was the 5th time that week that the thought came into his head, maybe it was the 6th time you and Mark had fought again that week.

The constant though kept on pressing his mind no matter how hard he tried to kick it out, it kept on finding its way out to the surface no matter how hard Mark tried to bury it

He does love you, he always did and he always will

So why were things feeling different all of a sudden? Why were his feelings changing all of a sudden?

The realisation hits Mark fast and hard like train.

Maybe a little too hard that he forgets to breath, maybe a little too fast that he tried to brush it off.

It hits again, even harder than before but slower, he brushes it off again shaking his head and closing his eyes

The third time it hits him, was when you kissed his cheek trying to make up all the cruel words the both of you spewed at eachother moments ago. This time it hits him softly but slowly.

This time he realises he doesn't love you anymore, atleast not like how he used to and it hurts, it hurts so fucking much.

But what hurts more was faking his love for you. Kissing you, holding you, listening to you tell him that you love him and that you not going to give up on the both of you without the knowledge that Mark had already given up.

He had given up months ago.

What hurt more was that he knew no matter how hard it was hurting him, that it would end up hurting you even more and that was the last thing he wanted, that was something he never wanted.

He takes you out on a date to your favourite cafe, it has a special meaning. It was the place you first met, the place you had your fist date and little did you know at that moment, the place you would have your last.

He doesn't order anything but asks you to order something for yourself. You knew something was wrong, Mark wasnt being himself. He wasn't cracking jokes or laughing awkwardly, he wasn't smiling at you nor was he looking at you but you just kept quiet. You guys were finally out on a date after quite sometime, you guys were arguing too much, too long. You didn't want to question anything.

"Mark?" You finally ask "is something wrong baby?"

Baby...that word felt so foreign to Mark, as if he was learning a new language, it felt so foreign for him to hear it from you. The way you said it, your tone, he felt his skin prickling because he couldnt recognise it. Not anymore.

"I'm fine...babe" his voice comes out so soft it scared you, but you didn't say anything, you didn't want to.

Time passes by, a little to fast for you too care, a little too slow for Mark to bear. He knew it was time. He just didn't know how he would tell you, he didn't know how he could tell you.

The both of you walk to the park nearby, you smiled upon seeing the yellow orange sunset, you eyes too distracted to see the pain in Marks eyes.

"Y/n" Mark says, not looking at you "mark? Is something wro-"

"I'm sorry" he chokes out, his voice barely above a whisper "I'm so sorry y/n-" he sobbs.

His eyes still refusing to meet yours.

"Mark? Babe what's goi-"

"Im so sorry y/n...but I- fuck"he swears midway his fingers massaging his temples as he tries to blink away his tears.

"I've fallen out of love with you" he whispers "I'm so sorry y/n but I don't think I can love you anymore"

Huang Renjun:

It all began with the small things, he realised he started to look at you in a different way.

At first it was nothing, he ignored it telling himself that it was because you guys spend too much time together, that it was just him getting used to you but slowly it started to become something else

He started to get annoyed at all the things he loved you for, the conversations you shared with him no longer had a spark, all the inside jokes were no longer funny. You no longer had that shine to your face, now you just looked ordinary to Renjun.

All the small things he used to find cute in you know just irritated him, all smalls things he used to adore you for was just felt like nothing to him. He felt nothing for you.

He knew something was wrong, he knew something was not right with him. He loved you so why was he noticing such things now? He loves you..right?

Its alright though, he tells himself again and again everynight when your fast asleep next to him as he's left all alone with just him and his thoughts.He loved you once he can love you again, it's simple.

But love doesn't work that way and Renjun knew it. He knew it deep down

That didn't mean he didn't try, he did try falling for you all over again like he did the first time don't get him wrong. He tried spending more time with you but ever second he spend made him feel bored, he talked to you but every conversation lacked interest. After sometime he realised that every moment he spend with you was dull.

He realised that all the moments the both of you shared was just like a passing scene to him. Like he poster he saw as he walked into the cafe nearby, or the people he saw in the park outside the cafe. It did happen, but it was just a passing moment, a passing moment which had no impact on Renjun.

Renjun realised that he couldn't bring himself to care anymore, atleast not like how he used to.

That didn't mean he didn't care for you, ofcourse he still cared for, he loved you at one point of his life. But now..there was feeling inside of him saying that he could live on without caring for you, he could live on without you.

At last, it stuck.

He gave in

He stopped trying.

It was him, who came clean at the end. He sat there right opposite of you as he ate his breakfast slowly

"y/n..I think it's time we end things"

At this point you had already noticed how things were going, how things were going to go. A part of you knew maybe even before a part of him did. You stopped trying to, you gave in too

"oh" you hated how soft your voice sounded, how fragile it sounded "okay"

Renjun hums in respond as he watches his cereal float in his milk "okay" he hated how he sounded. So selfish, so cruel

You both sit there in silence, both of you hating yourselves for how things came to an end, how things became how they were.

The both of you sit there in silence unable to say anything and the both of you end in silence, without saying anything,

After all you didnt matter to him anymore, at least not like how you used to.

Lee Jeno

Jeno's hand shook.

They've been shaking for some time now, they always seem to begin to shake whenever he thinks of you

"hey bud? You okay?" Jaemin's voice rang in his ear but Jeno couldn't muster back a reply, he was too scared.

"Jeno? You okay?" Someone shook him, Jaemin probably with his worried eyes and frowning face.

"y-yea" Jeno muttered "I'm fine-"

"you sure? You've been staying in that position for quite some time now?" Haechan asked with a worried look which Jeno tried to brush of with his smile "yea-"

A sweet melody fills the room interuppting whatever conversation was going on, as Jeno's left pocket began to vibrate, his phone lighting up against the coarse fabric of his jeans. Jeno freezes, it was the ringtone he set for your number. Only your number

"dude- your gonna pick that up? Isn't that y/n?" Mark asked the younger boy as he watched Jeno snap out of whatever trance he was in

"oh- oh yea...right y/n..." Jeno fumbles to retrieve his phone from his pocket as he gets confused looks from his friends

"y/n? Whatever happened to sweetheart or whatever he called her?" Renjun murmers to Mark as Mark just shrugs

Jeno stares at the contact name he saved you under, the little pink heart right next to your name and the butterfly emoji next to it.

He remembers him typing your contact name after you agreed to go out with him, giggling and smiling ear to ear as he added those emojis. He almost scoffs at his past self.

Butterfly's, how ironic. He always felt butterfly's around you, his heart will swirl and pump clashing against his body whenever he though of you but now, the thought of you made his hands shake, your name scared him. It scared him so much because he knew he fucked up. He always fucked up.

"Jeno you still didn't pick up-ow" Haechan shouts as Mark's hand hits his shoulder "you didn't have to hit me- he could have missed her call-"

"it doesn't matter" Renjun said a little shocked "he just did" his eyes slightly widened as he watched Jeno press the decline button

"I'll call her later it's fine" Jeno says giving them a strained smile muttering "it's fine..it's fine" over and over

"is everything okay between the both of you? Did she do something or?" Renjun asked his eyes still trained on Jeno

"no..she didn't do anything" Jeno shook his head, he did

5 bottles in and Jeno was gone, he never drank so much in his entire life.

"he drank as if he was going through something" Renjun murmered looking at Jeno's wasted body sprawled over the couch "as if something fucked up happened to him"

Little did Renjun know something did happen to Jeno, something so fucked up happened to him

Jeno was half concious half gone, he slurred his words, his brain was half working. He never lost control like this. Something pops up in his mind as he lays on the soft couch next to the table filled with empty bottles, right beside another equally wasted Haechan.

"Haechann" Jeno slurred as he spoke to the younger male "do you remember what you first told me when I started dating y/n?"

"huh? No..what did I say?" Haechan cocks his head towards Jeno, squinting his eyes confused by Jeno's sudden remark

"you told me not too love her too hard at the beginning or else I might run out of all my love for her.. .." Jeno says slowly looking up to the ceiling

"oh yeaaah" Haechan's face lights up, his eye widen as he remembers those words clearly "you punched me in the face after that-" Haechan's hand goes up to his cheek "I was just joking around but you ended up ignoring eachother me 3 days until I begged for forgiveness" Haechan begins to giggle

"right..sorry about that" Jeno cringes at the memory

"naah bro I took it too far" Haechan leans into Jeno's face "I know you love her, your never gonna stop huh loverboyyy?"

Jeno pauses. He nervously looks around, his hands getting sweaty. "Yea...I'll never stop loving her"

Haechan's word at that moment seem to have a lasting impact on Jeno, Jeno felt his entire body tensing up on hearing those words,he hated feeling this way. He needed something stronger, he needed something to numb his feelings

"what's wrong?" A not so drunk Mark asks Jeno holding a bunch of more drinks "nothing give me one-" Jeno stands up so abruptly that he nearly falls down only to be caught by Mark

"I think that's enough for you today buddy" Mark says worried "you sure you want one more?"

Jeno nodds his head as Mark hands him a bottle "that's your last one..yo are you seriously okay? Nothing happened with you and y/n?"

"no- nothing happened"

Yea. Nothing happened. He wished nothing happened, nothing should have happened.

"I'm so sorry for this y/n" A very sober very annoyed Renjun said to you as he held a very drunk Jeno infront of your door. "I dont know what happened but he lost control and got wasted..I would help you get him in but-" Renjun grunts as he tried lifting Jeno "I kind of have to send Haechan to his girlfriend too" beckoning to a equally wasted Haechan who was sitting in the car

"god- he drank quite alot huh" your nose crinkles as Renjun handed Jeno to you "did something happen?" You ask "he didn't even call me back"

"i- I was gonna ask you that" Renjun looked as confused as you did "he uh- nevermind y/n- sorry again but I have to go"

You watch as Renjun rushes down to the car to help Haechan who was trying to get out of the car.

"Jeno? Jeno- c'mon" you try shaking Jeno "just a few steps more baby you can do it-"

"don't call me that-" Jeno's voice slurs "don't call me that"

You laugh "what else am I supposed to call you then? C'mon let's go into the living roo-"

"anything but that...don't call me that" Jeno tries getting away from your grasp as he shifts his body away from yours

"Jeno? What's wrong-"

"y/n..I don't want to do this anymore"

"do what?" Your voice softens "Jeno your drunk come on lets get you to sleep"

"no..y/n I can't do this" Jeno looks at you in the eye "I can't keep on pretending y/n- I can't keep on pretending to love you"

You stop. Your entire body stops as those words come out of Jeno's mouth.

"Jeno- your drunk" you say firmly trying to ignore the slight waver in your tone, trying to ignore the pool of waters forming in your eyes

"y/n..I'm so sorry y/n I dont think I can love you anymore" Jeno whispers as he struggles to stand properly

"your just drunk.. let's go" you grab his hand, this time he takes it occasionally muttering a "sorry" here and there as you lead him to the room the both of you shared.

"I'm gonna go now" you whisper to Jeno as he layed there in the bed

"y/n..I really can't do this. I dont think I love you..not anymore" he says, his eyes shut, his head layed on the pillow "I can't do this.." he mumbles

"your just drunk Jeno..you don't mean it" you whisper as you kneel down to kiss his cheeks, ignoring the slight hammering in your heart. You feel Jeno freeze the minute your lips meet his cheeks and that just makes you feel worser "you dont mean it" you repeated your words.

You kept on repeating your words as you laid down at the sofa in the living room "You don't mean it Jeno" trying to convince yourself more that he doesn't mean it.

But drunk thoughts are sober thoughts, and you knew that. You knew it all too well.

Because the next day when Jeno wakes up he can't find you, nor can he remember the incidents that happened the night before. All he finds was a sticky note on the fridge

"your right. You don't, not anymore"

Lee Haechan:

Haechan fell inlove with you at first sight.

He loved you first, he confessed first, he asked you to be his lover first.

Is that why he was the one to fall out of love first?

Is that why he couldn't look at you the way he did that one Sunday morning? Is that why he couldn't look at you the way he used to anymore.

Did he ever love you? Were those feelings even genuine at a certain point?

Haechan hated constant routines, he hated the same things, he got bored easily.

But he never thought he would get bored of you. Past tense thought

The silence swallows him. It was never silent around him but these days that's all it seemed to be. Just you, him and the contant banging inside Haechan's mind, the constant storm inside his heart.

"hey y/n? I'm going out for a bit okay?"

You don't even turn around to look at him, just humming back a response "hm okay"

I suppose you didn't realise, that this was the only conversation you guys had, other than the daily "morning" wish.

Haechan slipped into his sneakers as he watched your figure sitting in the table doing whatever work in your laptop. Trying to find something, trying to find anything, anything to make him fall inlove with you again.

Haechan was halfway through the door when he heard you shout from the kitchen "Hyuk come home early okay?"

"oh oka-" but he was cut short

"and I love you okay?"

Why did it sound like a question? Why did your love for him sound like a question?

Why did his love for you sound like a question?

"I-" Haechan choked on his words "I love you..too"

He said it in a way as if he was convincing himself more than he was convincing you but it didn't matter, you didn't hear him anyways

He ran out of the apartment the both of you shared. Maybe if he ran fast enough he'll be able to run from the throbbing pain in his heart, maybe he'll be able to run away from the thoughts that filled his head. Maybe he'll be able to run away from you

He finally stops, his legs giving out as he flops to the bench in a park somewhere nearby, his lungs asking for air as he pants.

His eyes meet a small daisy growing next to the bench. You once described your love for him to a Daisy, that thought always made Haechan's heart speed up but now it would begin racing for a different reason.

He stares at the weeds growing near the daisy, the weeds were going to kill the daisy if someone didnt uproot them. But the scary thing was, he wanted the daisy to die. He wanted your love for him to die, just like the way his love for you did.

His hands trembled lightly as his breathing hitches up.

All he feels is regret and guilt.

He regretted meeting you, he regretted loving you, be regretted asking you to be his girlfriend. And he felt guilty for what he was going to do, for all the things he felt or maybe for all the things he couldn't feel. Not anymore, not like before.

Time goes by when your deep thought, time went by as Haechan refused to go back to the apartment you both shared.

He was scared. He was scared of what he was going to do.

The sun set and the sky is filled with orange blue colours. It was going to get dark soon, the clouds were getting heavier. Haechan heart was getting darker and heavier too, a little to heavy for him to carry, a little to dark for him to bear.

He finally decides to return, his thoughts however were still unclear.

"Hyuk? Where were you? Didnt I tell you to come home early?" You ask as you watch Haechan walk into the kitchen

"well..it doesn't matter now. Anyways surprise!" You exclaim as you gesture to the table full of Haechan's favourite dishes

"y/n- what's going on?" Haechan is caught off-guard, a little too off guard as he stares at the candle lighted dinner, as he looks at you all dressed up

"listen...I know things have been weird between us" you say smiling as your fingers knit against eachother "so..I thought we deserve a small break like a date- Hyuk?"

Your words are cut short as Haechan begins to cry, tears streaming down his face

"Hyuk- baby what's wrong" you immediately run to him, holding him gently in your harms it made Haechan cry even harder.

You watch as Haechan sobs into your arms worried "if it's about the date i-"

"no..no your perfect y/n" Haechan sobs "but your not perfect for me."

"Hyuk? Babe? C'mon talk to me. What's going on"

"I didn't mean to do it, I never meant this to happen" Haechan cries into your dress. You try pulling him closer to your body, wrapping your arms around him. You were too worried to notice the way Haechan's body tightened

"Haechan. What's going on?" You cup his face that was wet with his tears.

"I'm so sorry..I'm so sorry" his sobs filled the entire kitchen, the candles in the table flickering.

"Im so sorry y/n I'm so sorry I stopped loving you" Haechan sobs, his heart shattering even more as he felt you freeze. Your arm which was caressing him stopped moving.

"y/n I didn't mean it- I didn't" Haechan hugged you tightly "I don't know- I don't know what happened"

"Donghyuk"

Haechan stopped. That was the first time you said his full name. Not Hyuk, babe or Haechan but Donghyuk

"it's okay" you whispered to him as you still held him, not letting him go. You held him as he broke down even harder, as he sobbed even harder

"it's okay" you whispered again this time to yourself. The only words you could tell yourself were that it's okay.

The entire night, you held him. You held him for the last time just like how he held you for the last time.

You held him tightly in your arms not letting go of him as you felt him drift away to sleep. Whispering to yourself that it was okay.

To describe your love with Haechan was simple. There was one word which could easily describe what falling inlove with Haechan was like. It was like fireworks

So sudden, so loud but so so beautiful. Lighting up the dark sky with dazzling designs and patterns. It was love like no other. But there was a thing about fireworks which you seemed to have missed out

The vanish just as soon as they appear

Their bright colours fade away just as fast as they painted the night sky. Their spark just vanishes into the dark sky, leaving it empty again as if it never even was there at the first place.

Haechan's love for you was like fireworks, and like fireworks, it faded away.

David Alpay as Jade Herrera in From — 1.01 "Long Day's Journey into Night"

please PLEASE learn how to tag your fanfics. Don’t tag fluff when it’s angst, don’t tag smut when it’s fluff and please don’t tag characters that ARENT EVEN MENTIONED IN THE FIC!!!!