happy birthday to the nct’s manly bear and wayv’s vocalist - kun!
i just want to die BECAUSE
my geography teacher assigned me and my friend a presentation about the israel palestina conflict and it’s supposed to be 10 minutes long. he wants information about the location, how the conflict went, our opinion and how we would solve this problem.
and i almost forgot - he lowers the grade if you go over the time limit :)
I just want to die because like, he gave us an impossible task??? that conflict is SOOOO complicated!! you have to do weeks of research and we only had like THREE. FUCKING. DAYS.
i just don’t know how to sum it all up so it’s in the 10 minute limit but still accurate? also, the SOLUTION PART, DUDE I’M 18, I CAN’T EVEN SOLVE EASY SUDOKU, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SOLVE SOMETHING THIS SERIOUS!!!
i just feel so bad because I don’t want to create a shit presentation about such a serious issue…
besides that, he wants us to send it in on monday at 6 pm. it’s monday, 2 am. we only have the history part and it’s too long. i still have 4 assigments to finish for today.
the want to die intensifies. what is it with teachers and those bullshit tasks?
and yes, i did think about not handing it in but he would give us -50 points (he has this bullshit point system, that doesn’t even work). i need to graduate from geography, i can’t afford getting -50 points.
priceless; adjective; so precious that its value cannot be determined.
pairing: bang chan x reader
genre: angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, rich kid! bang chan au
warnings: none, lowkey sugar daddy channie but nothing is sexual
word count: 14.3k (oh my god)
a/n: this is a super long one, i’m sorry! i got a bit carried away
christopher bang. chris. bang chan. he was a boy with the whole world at his fingertips, diligent and hardworking. the kind of boy you could bring home and your mother would adore him. your father couldn’t dream of a better boy to date his daughter.
at least, that’s how everyone else would describe him. but you? no, to you, he was nothing but an arrogant asshole.
he flaunted the trophies and medals he won from swimming like they made him the most important man alive. he never missed a chance to point out that he was top of the class, even with being in sports. he could handle it all, such a balanced and sturdy young man, all of his teachers said.
people called him modest, but you couldn’t see it. not even a peak coming out from under the obnoxious fancy shirts he wore to school every day just to show that he had enough money to own that many different name brand clothes. your school didn’t even have a strict dress code, who the hell in their right mind would wear button up and dress pants in place of hoodies and sweats? a fucking prick who needs to prove in every way possible that he is better than everyone else, that’s who. he was mister fucking perfect and he never, not for one second, let you forget that.
✧ Genre: Soulmate!au, as fluffy as felix himself, angsty
✧ Summary: Life at home can never seem to get any better; it’s a toxic cycle of blaming, yelling, slamming of doors, and repeat - your soulmate hasn’t found out just yet, but when he does, he tries to do everything in his power to help you.
✧ Word Count: 3.6k
✧ Want to read other parts of this series? Check out my masterlist!
✧ Warning: mentions of physical/emotional abuse.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I know that you both wish I wasn’t here, that there wasn’t a third mouth to feed in the house. I want to say I’m sorry, but I’m not - and I never will be. All I have ever done is be a good, picture perfect child, but even still it’s as if I’ll never be good enough for either of you. Just because you two aren’t soulmates doesn’t mean that I have to find someone who isn’t my other half -
Another disgruntled sigh escaped your chapped lips, the all too familiar sound of notebook paper being crumpled by the palms of your hands ringing in your ears while you tossed the ninth ball of paper into the bin beside your desk. The light emitting from the lamp in the corner of your desk flickers pitifully, casting your face in shadows every few seconds. You could hear your neighbor’s dogs barking outside, quite literally just feet away from your bedroom window. Even though the owner of the tiny house next door renting it out to the couple insisted that there were absolutely no dogs or cats allowed in their absence, the two men had dismissed the warning and adopted four furry little poodles - four. And they never seemed to shut up.
Still the consistent barking of the poodles could never diminish the screaming and shouting of your parents - hell even a nuclear bomb probably couldn’t be any louder than them. They were so loud, in fact, that you could perfectly decipher every word being spat from their sour lips.
“I thought you said that you had stopped replying to his stupid fucking messages, asshole!”
“He is my soulmate - just because I’m not in love with him doesn’t mean that I should have to stop communicating with him altogether, woman!”
“Oh, so you decided to settle for just me then? Go ahead and find him if you’re so fucking in love with him.”
You were so tempted to just cover your ears with one of your pillows lying out on your tiny, twin size bed, but from past experience you knew it wouldn’t help in the slightest. If anything either your mom or dad would call you in to pick sides, only to get angry at you if you couldn’t hear them and immediately join in on one of their more than frequent fights.
So instead you pull out another piece of paper and twirl the wooden number two pencil with your fingers, essentially blocking out everything else around you; including the fighting adults in the background. You try to look for the words you so desperately want to write out on paper - a sort of letter to your parents, since you could never find the courage to talk to them about anything. Yet with another groan of defeat you push the sheet of blank paper aside, burying your face into the palms of your hands.
You choose to close your eyes and focus entirely on opening the connection between you and your soulmate. In seconds you’re able to see everything he is seeing right in that moment.
He’s at the park, you notice, and his friends have clearly made some silly joke or another because you can hear his laughter like music to your ears, contrasting greatly with the harsh words exchanged between your parents outside your bedroom door. His friends are doubled over in laughter, with one of them leaning on the side of your soulmate for support. You can recognize all three of them, mostly since they always seemed to be around your soulmate literally all the time. From the snippets of conversation you’ve heard, you know that the brunette with a nasally voice is called Seungmin, the blonde with booming laughter is Jisung, and the newest addition to their friend group is a boy named Hyunjin, who always wears thrifted clothes and pulls them off like a model.
You’ve also caught what your other half’s name is - Lee Felix. It fits him, in your opinion; it sounds as warm and bright as he seems to be. While you have only been lucky enough to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror or a puddle once or twice, you still have him embedded in your memories. His lips aren’t extremely plump, but they’re full and are always pulled into a smile whenever you see his reflection. Last time you had caught a glimpse of him, he had dyed his hair a blonde color - you thought he pulled it off perfectly, though in all honesty you doubted that there was a color he couldn’t pull off.
But your favorite thing about him was his accent - it was Australian from what you could tell, and it amused you to every end when he tried to teach his friends English phrases and their words came out with a twinge of his own accent.
The bond between you and Felix is a bit more unique than others, in an odd way. Basically if one of you closed your eyes and focused hard enough, you could see through the other person’s eyes and hear everything around them; the only downside was that it took a hell of a lot of concentration, and even then you had to be cautious whenever you wanted to take a peek of life through his eyes; like one time you had popped in when he was in the middle of dance practice and he looked so - so enticing, powerful, even. It wasn’t too insane, actually it could’ve been so much worse, but you didn’t think your poor little heart could take much more of seeing his reflection in the giant mirrors of the dance studio.
It also wasn’t the most convenient of soulmate bonds, in complete honesty. You had no way of communicating with one another or tracking the other person, unless you saw the world through their eyes for every single second of the day - that in itself was difficult, since the strong bond required a lot of patience and could lead to some intense headaches. Even now you could feel your head starting to pound from the immense amount of concentration you’d been using to look through the eyes of Felix.
Suddenly you were broken out of your connection when someone’s hands started to hastily shake your shoulder, unfortunately bringing you back to reality where life wasn’t as beautiful as Felix made it out to be.
“Y/N, tell your batshit crazy mother that I am not secretly having an affair with my soulmate-”
“Tell me the truth sweetheart, or else you are grounded for the rest of the month!”
You hold back an exasperated groan, leaning back in your chair to look at your furious parents. If you actually told the truth, your mother would get pissed at you and just involve you even more into their fighting, but if you lied then your dad would be absolutely livid. But still, you knew that no matter what you tried to say, the next morning would be filled with guilt-trips by both of your parents so that you would choose one of them over the other.
“I don’t know, mom, don’t ask me.” You close your eyes again, feeling your heart constrict at the sound of both of your parents teaming up against you to belittle you, calling you a nonsensical child who didn’t choose a side just to act like a brat.
Felix, I am so glad that you’re able to be happy enough for the both of us.
Sometimes Felix wondered if his soulmate thought they were as utterly stunning as he thought they were; often he caught himself dozing off in the middle of class, choosing to open the barrier between your shared bond just so he could hopefully catch a glimpse of you - which, unlike you, he often did get to see your reflection in the mirror that leaned against your wall beside a laundry basket, usually filled to the brim with clothes.
That’s what worried him, truly. It was like you never left your room, instead staring at your reflection with no glimmer in your eyes. He could practically feel the weight of self-loathing radiating from your shy posture and blank gaze - he wished he could just let you know how eternally beautiful he thought you to be.
On occasion, when he concentrated hard enough, he could hear quite literally everything going on around you in your life. He frequently heard the loud barks of what he guessed was a group of neighborhood dogs, as well as the soft classical music you would play through your phone whenever you went to your desk and studied for your classes. What baffled him was the echoing sounds of screaming and harsh words being thrown around in your home; he had yet to see or hear any of them being directed towards you, but he still felt a growing sympathy rise in his chest at how often the people in your life argued.
“Felix,” Hyunjin whispered next to him, nudging the boy’s leg with his own, “our lovely teacher is glaring daggers at you right now. At least try to look like you’re paying attention.”
The Australian boy huffed to himself, cracking open one of his eyelids to glance at their music teacher with little care; he’d rather get in trouble for dozing off just so he could see you again.
So he completely ignored Hyunjin’s faint warning and went to doze of again, only this time, he was met with the terrifying wrath of an older man and woman shouting hurtful obscenities at your face.
“We didn’t have to find our soulmates, and we were perfectly fine until you came along Y/N.”
“Because of you we have to work longer shifts just to put food on the table - you should work harder in school so you can go to the best university and get a good paying job instead of staying home all day!”
Then he recognized your voice, coming out soft and shaky. “I - I do try, mom and dad, I promise! I do fine on the assignments, but when it comes to taking tests I can’t do anything-” And then, with his own two eyes, he sees a hand swinging out to your cheek, a ringing sound erupting in his ears from pure rage.
He snapped awake, his fists slamming onto the table he shared with a now very startled Hyunjin.
“I’m gonna be sick-” Felix lies through his teeth to his teacher, swinging his bag over his shoulders before he storms out of the silent classroom, ignoring the gaping mouths of his surprised classmates. He knows that he’ll get at least two days of detention for storming out of class and lying to his teacher’s face just so he can skip the rest of his classes in favor of going home, but he was so furious that he couldn’t think straight.
How dare those shitty excuse of parents lay a hand on you - how dare they even think of touching his soulmate like that! The worst part about it was that he could so easily connect the dots right then and there as he walked out of the school building, his phone blowing up with notifications he was sure were being sent by a very concerned Hyunjin.
The shouting, the crying, the blank looks at your own reflection - you had begun to hate yourself all because of your parents, the very people who were supposed to encourage you - the people who were supposed to overflow with love for their own child.
He had to find you.
Comfort came in the form of an icepack and a book you had read at least a thousand times in the confinements of your school library. The cold temperature of the icepack meant to be in the bottom compartment of you lunchbox was a bit uncomfortable, being pressed against your sore cheek, but you knew you would have to put up with it a while longer.
Your own mother had done this to you - she had been so utterly enraged that she had smacked you across the cheek, leaving an ugly imprint of her hand that had turned into a lump of red and purple on your skin. Luckily you had been able to hide the nasty bruise at school with some makeup, but it had started to throb since third period - and if you had taken out the icepack in the middle of lunch to press it to the bruise, you were sure that your friends would become either confused or suspicious - or both.
So instead of sitting at the table you shared with your small group of friends and tutor, you had headed straight to the school’s library and sat in the table furthest from the sight of the librarian. If someone did happen to walk in, you would have the comfort in knowing that your bruised cheek was on the other side of your face, which faced away from the front door; to anyone who wandered inside or passed by, it would simply look like you were slumped against the palm of your hand, invested in a novel.
Maybe you could distract yourself by taking a peek into whatever Felix was doing, like usual. With that thought in mind, you let your eyelids flutter shut and started to focus just on Felix.
Why… why were you still staring at the pages of the book, then?
So you tried it again.
Was Felix just watching whatever you were up to? Had the boy really grown so bored of whatever was happening around him that he found more interest in your silent brooding, having not even flipped the page of the book since you opened it?
Sure this had happened a few times before, where you both were trying to open the connection and just saw what was in front of you - while it did rarely happened, it did startle you a bit each time it did occur. Still you sat there for the rest of the lunch period, occasionally trying to look through your soulmate bond - only to see the book still on the same page even after thirty minutes had long since passed.
After the final bell, signaling the end of the school day and the long-awaited start of the weekend, you decided to stop by a few shops on the way home, mostly to buy yourself some time away from the horrors of what you were forced to call home.
First you stopped by a local café that had just opened up in your hometown - it was pretty popular in the main city, and now the company had finally started to branch out in other areas, although your town was lucky enough to be their first choice in erecting a new business location. You could just barely afford a basic coffee, only buying it to see if the place lived up to all the hype - which it did. The barista who prepared your drink had laughed in amusement when your face lit up at the warm taste of the beverage, and he even handed you a card.
“Tell your friends that the barista called Changbin made that - I have the magic touch when it comes to coffee.” The short man had said with a playful wink, much to your own amusement.
The next stop on your way home was a nifty thrift shop, which had actually started to become a bit more popular itself since thrifting was one of the new trends these days. You weren’t necessarily hopping on the bandwagon, but you were a tad bit jealous of the way Hyunjin, Felix’s friend, could pull off so many styles he had picked up from the secondhand store. While you didn’t have enough money to buy anything with at that exact moment, you did make a mental note in your head to stop by there whenever you did earn the money to do so.
Your final stop was the animal shelter you occasionally volunteered at - it was actually the only one for at least a hundred miles, so it wasn’t odd to see a plethora of strays being looked at by onlookers. You had greeted the manager with a small smile, asking if they needed some extra hands the coming weekend since it was going to be a day where all the pets were absolutely free for anyone looking to adopt. This happened at least once a month, and each time it brought in huge crowds of people, which meant the shelter tended to need some extra hands on deck. But the older woman had shooed you away with a laugh, insisting that they had it all covered.
Then you reached the front steps of your cramped house, the keys in your hand not wanting to go and unlock the front door since you knew all too well what would happen once you stepped inside. But it wasn’t like you could stay outside forever, especially since droplets of rain had started to come down from the sky now dotted with fluffy gray clouds.
With a soft sigh you unlock the door, walking inside the hellfire you called home.
You were worthless, according to your parents. Over time, you had come to see the truth in their words, even now as you stood yet again in front of your mirror and stared blankly at your own reflection.
“Y/N, why is there a boy standing at our front door?” Your dad’s voice thankfully puts a brake in your loathing, though you furrow your eyebrows in disbelief at what he’s asked you. The past two days had been full of raging storms, the normally bright sky now stained with hazy gray rainclouds and streaks of haunting yellow lightning.
Obviously you can’t exactly answer his question, but you figure that maybe you should go take a look for yourself. Whoever was out there had to be soaked to the bone. With that concerning thought, you mindlessly snag a towel from the hallway closet and wander through the living room, right behind the couch your dad was lying on while he watched some game on the television screen, clearly not too worried about the stranger stood outside the front door.
When you pry open the front door, you nearly drop the towel hanging from your fingers.
The blonde haired boy gulps, his body shaking underneath his soaked clothes. His hair is absolutely drenched, pressing flatly against the top of his head as he looks up to meet your stunned gaze.
“C-can I p-please come in, Y/N?”
Your gaze hasn’t once left the boy - your soulmate - except for when he had started to change out of his drenched clothes into some spare baggy shirt and a pair of sweatpants you had borrowed from a friend ages ago. You’d immediately dragged him into your bedroom, away from your dad just in case the older man tried to say anything to him.
“How did - how did you find me, Felix?” You ask him softly, the confusion evident in your shaking voice filled with shock and nervousness. The boy doesn’t meet your gaze, opting to simply plop onto the edge of your small bed next to you, crossing his legs.
“I um… I watched you, erm, well, I watched everything through your eyes on Friday,” he starts to explain, “it took a shit load of coffee and headache relief pills, but I managed to see some notable places - here, let me show you.” He murmurs, pulling out his phone and leaning a bit closer to you as he goes to the website of the café you had visited a few days ago.
“I couldn’t figure out where you went to school, but I got the name of the café you went to; I knew it had to be close by since the barista, Changbin, is one of my neighbors. After that I just… saw everything you saw and somehow walked all the way here from the café.”
Each word he utters from his lips leaves your eyes widening in sheer shock, mostly from his dedication to finding you. You’d actually tried it a couple of times before, to see if you could spot any landmarks and find out where he lived to a degree, but the headaches were way too strong for you to handle.
“But… why, why now? Not - not that I’m complaining!” You fumble on your words, causing a deep chuckle to escape Felix’s lips, though you can see how his fists suddenly clenched and unclenched while his jaw tightened considerably.
“I was taking a look through our bond when I saw them… I saw your parents screaming lies at you, calling you lazy even though I’ve seen you study for hours on end,” he admits, his voice practically coming out as a harsh growl with each word he speaks, “and when your mom hit you, I lost it. I couldn’t just sit there and wait to find you before she hurt you again.”
Before you could even process it all, tears had started to grow in the corners of your eyes at his ranting. He had put himself through all of that… for you?
Felix finally looks up to meet your emotional gaze, and within seconds he’s wrapped his arms tightly around your body, pulling you into his lap so that he could cuddle you into his body. He presses a light, feathery kiss to the top of your head, listening as you start to cry softly into his chest.
“I’ll protect you from now on, Y/N. I promise.”
i literally went from :( to :) by the end
—you and haechan take an online couples’ quiz
@donghyuwus - hi! can i maybe request a hyuck drabble, idk really know what i want it to be about maybe just a fluffy cuddle session. as long as its fluffy im happy 🥰
This work is copyright 2020 hyucksie, all rights reserved.
Quarantine brought with it the good and the bad. Obviously, no one appreciated a pandemic, but when it became everyone’s social responsibility to stay at home to curb infection rates, you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t appreciate how much of a model citizen your boyfriend turned out to be, making sure to spend all of his free time cooped indoors with you and showering you with attention like you’ve been starved.
The past few weeks with him was a mixed bag of either raucous laughter while doing weird shit together that you didn’t usually have the time for, or it was more like today–a comfortable silence as you sat on the living room couch, blades of afternoon sunlight slipping through the crevices of the curtains, warmth on your lap from where your boyfriend rested his head. Your hand combed mindlessly through his hair, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted as he relaxed into your touch. You had your phone on the other hand, scrolling down your news feed as there was nothing else to do until a shared link caught your eye.
How Many Of These Annoying Couple Things Have You Done?
synopsis: boyfriend haechan runs a prank channel on youtube, and for this video he takes on the challenge of trying to ignore you for 24 hours.
- pairing: haechan x fem!reader
- genre: fluff, angst (for all you suckers who like a punch to the gut sealed with kisses)
- warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiousness (not to be confused with anxiety disorder)
- word count: 4.5k
- note: you can also find this on my ao3 account.
“Silent Treatment” is copyright 2020 hyucksie, all rights reserved.
synopsis: jaemin is whipped for your ice cold heart, and he just won’t quit trying to win you over—one hot cup of coffee at a time.
- pairing: jaemin x gender neutral!reader (omg i didn’t even notice!), ft. johnjae
- genre: fluff, barista!reader, annoying customer!jaemin, kinda sorta enemies to lovers
- warnings: lil bit of swearing, uhh excessive caffeine consumption? real clingy jaemin?
- word count: 4.4k
- note: is this a peace offering for still not finishing straight lines? perhaps. i typed this on my phone while in a moving car, excuse any errors if you find any!
- listen to: sweet talk by saint motel—link in the reblogs! i swear it’s good good
“Sweet Talk” is copyright 2020 hyucksie, all rights reserved.
synopsis: mark found out he wasn’t your first kiss, and he’s petty enough to travel back to the past just to change that fact. this is a sequel to in the long run!
- pairing: mark lee x fem!reader ft. nct dream + 127
- genre (for this chapter): fluff, slight humor
- word count: 6.4k
- warnings: explicit language, suggestive (making out), mark dude-zones you sometimes, NOT PROPERLY PROOFREAD KDSFJND
- note: happy mark day! this is a sequel to “in the long run!” link is in the reblogs, or you can find my masterlist through my navi. you can try reading this as a standalone, but it’ll definitely make more sense if you’ve read itlr before.
“Second First Kiss” is copyright 2020 hyucksie, all rights reserved.
That’s your boy.
His bright almond-shaped eyes were out of sight, but his long dark lashes that fluttered gingerly whenever he stirred from slumber did just as good a job of sprinkling your heart with a light, feathery feeling you could only describe as fairy dust.
Magic whenever his pink parted lips mumbled something in his jumble of languages, magic as his chest rose and fell with his breathing. You wanted to collect his little puffs of breath in a bottle and push it against your ear, eavesdrop on his dreamland conversations and hope they were all sweet and gentle like him, sweet and gentle like the way his sleeping features put your heart at ease.