“I Think Communication Starts When Words Are Not Present At All … I Think We Put So Much Emphasis

Johnny @ The 2022 Met Gala

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“Maybe you’ve met the right person, but you’re just not ready to fall in love.”

— Unknown

man :| i feel like punching myself

“No, it’s fine.  I can wait until you’re done talking to them.” with Yuta please🤎

When Yuta comes over, you’re talking on the phone to your parents. It’s been a while since you’ve been able to see them face-to-face, so it’s nice to at least be able to catch up like this. Yuta sneaks through the front door, takes off his shoes, lays his coat over the arm of the sofa, and he sits down at the other end of the sofa from you, just looking at you and smiling and you can tell that there’s something on his mind that he really wants to say. He’s pretty much bouncing in his seat.

You pull the phone away from your mouth but keep it at your ear as your mother goes on jabbering about something. “What?” You ask Yuta.

He shakes his head, holds his finger to his lips and points at the phone.

“She’ll talk for forever if I let her,” you whisper to him. “What is it?”

But Yuta knows that you’ve been missing your parents, that you don’t always get the chance to have long conversations catching up with them. He shakes his head again more vehemently. “No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”

So you bring the phone back toward your mouth, resuming conversation with them.

When you said your mother could go on talking for forever, you meant it. She keeps talking, your father occasionally interjecting to ask you random questions or throw out points to enhance your mother’s stories. After a while you’ve honestly kind of forgotten that Yuta’s sitting there with you, but then he scoots closer and you can’t help but sink toward him, his gravity pulling you in. And then he reaches for your free hand. He starts playing with your fingers, then after a while he moves up to playing with your hair, touching your neck and cheek. Then he’s back to playing with your hand.

You’re so distracted now that you stumble over your words while speaking to your parents. You’ve been on the phone with them for hours, said everything you think you could possibly say, and now with Yuta here touching you all over, you think it’s time to say goodbye, so you quickly do.

Your mother ends the call and as your screen goes dark again, you toss your phone down into your lap and turn your attention to your boyfriend.

“What were you so excited about when you got in?”

Yuta shakes his head, still smiling. “Nothing. I could just tell that you were talking to your parents. You were smiling and laughing in that free way you do when it’s them. It just made me really happy. And I wanted to tell you I love you.”

That’s nothing new. Yuta tells you he loves you every day, all the time. He says it first thing when he wakes up and before he falls asleep. He tells you while he’s eating lunch, when he sees something or hears something that reminds him of you. He tells you when you’re falling asleep on his shoulder, when you’re just fixing your hair on a breezy day. He says it all the time, but something about the way Yuta says it in that moment feels different and greater.

“I love you too, Yuta.”

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saying we're too young to stay in love - yangyang imagine

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“I heard he studied in Germany for a few years”

“Oh yeah, I heard that too. I also heard his family is really rich and he can speak like 4 languages”

“But he has a girlfriend though”

“Says who?” one of the girls defensively asked back, school gossip will never be unavoidable. One way or another, people will always find something to talk about. 

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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲.

Pair:  Jaemin x reader Genre:  Fluff, romance, established relationship WC:  2k Synopsis:  A rare early morning spent suspended above the city with your lover by your side.

  There’s a certain sound of the city just before the sun has risen. It’s a different type of silence; one of anticipated liveliness, one that is never truly quiet. It’s the sound of buses and taxis driving about on their routes, engines revving upon green lights and brakes squeaking upon red. The vibration of the engine that carries its way up, up, up through the space between the buildings, reverberates through the stillness of the morning. It’s white noise–muffled and forgettable most of the time. That is unless it’s dawn, only then does it ring serene.

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[11:09 PM] The apartment door swung open as Donghyuck stepped inside with his arms full of bags. You started to get up to help, but he made this noise that was between a strangled yelp and a full-on screech. He waddled his way to the kitchen before dropping all the bags on the counter, and then he ran back to close and lock the door.

“I could’ve helped,” you commented.

“You still can. C’mon, I can’t put it all away by myself,” he replied with a grin.

Groaning, you got off the couch and shuffled over. Donghyuck had a system in the kitchen (even though you’re the one that did most of the cooking) and would whine every time you put something in the wrong place. The only problem was that he would change the system every few weeks without telling you. You’d since given up trying to get him to stick with one and just deal with the surprise of your ingredients missing.

“No, that goes in the cabinet closest to the hallway now,” Donghyuck said when you moved in the opposite direction.

Biting your tongue, you followed his direction and put it in the only empty spot. The next item in the bag stopped you in your tracks. It was one of your favorite snacks, and Donghyuck couldn’t stand them. He thought they were disgusting, but you loved them. When you found the box that you already owned, it felt like it should be replaced soon.

“Did you buy these?” you asked, fully knowing the answer.

Sure enough, Donghyuck gave you a weird look. “They’re in the bag, aren’t they?” He turned back to the fridge that he was currently stocking. “I moved them the other day and felt that the box was light, so I picked up another one today.”

Your heart felt so full. You stepped forward and pushed him against the counter before kissing him deeply. He made a noise of surprise before reciprocating. When you pulled away, there was a dazed, confused look on his face.

“Not that I didn’t enjoy that thoroughly, but what was that for?” he asked.

“For buying my favorite snack,” you told him.

“Really? All I did was buy some more.”

“Yeah, but you thought to pick it up even though you don’t eat it. It means a lot when you do stuff like that,” you tried to explain.

“What, buy you food?”

You shook your head with a smile. “No, when you notice I need something, or when you look at something at the store and buy it because you remember I like it. Like, you buy it without me asking for you to grab it for me.”

Donghyuck smiled. “I’m glad I can bring you that little bit of joy. “

“Me too.”

this made me cry LORD ITS 1 AM

February 1st - j. jaehyun

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a retired idol, dad! jaehyun blurb, brought to you by my self-indulgent wattpad drafts :P

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Everything started back on February 1st, my first day back at work in a while. I had taken some time off to go back home to take care of my mom- but now, I’m back, going back to work.

I was sitting, reading my book when my phone buzzed. I searched through my purse, fishing it out from the bottom of the bag. The screen flashed a familiar name with a message underneath it.

Hwang Chaerin

Hey babe

y/n

Chae, what’s up

Hwang Chaerin

Jaem is testing me on kpop

For some reason??

y/n

LMAO OKAY AND?

Hwang Chaerin

Well bc u were into it, and I wasn’t

Can you help me with this one?

y/n

What is it, like a picture?

Hwang Chaerin

Exactly that

I’m sending it

Hwang Chaerin attached a photo

Would you like to view it?

Yes | No

Yes | No

I opened the picture and zoomed in to check the persons face, earning a giggle that came from the left.

“Daddy look, it’s you.” A small, child-like voice, said from the same side of the giggle. A soft, yet deep voice came from the man beside me.

“Oh, I look so young there,” he gasped. “But it’s rude to look at other people’s phones.”

“Sorry Miss.” A small, very tiny hand poked at my knee.

I looked up to see a small little girl, being held by a man, her father, I'm guessing.

“It’s no problem.” I smiled at the child. I turned back to face in front of me, my brain took an extra few seconds to register what had just happened. “Oh, you’re…” I pointed at the man. “Oh, that’s cool.” I said slowly, making him laugh. The man from the photo took off his baseball cap, revealing his features.

“Were you a fan?” he tilted his head to the side.

“More of a casual listener.”

“Favourite song?”

“Back to you.”

“Did you have a favourite member?”

I sat deep in thought for a few seconds before responding. “No, not really.” Shaking my head.

“Hmm~” he hummed with a soft smile as the train pulled to a stop, my stop.

Getting up quickly, I turned and bowed slightly.

“Well, it was nice meeting you… sir?” I knit my brows, making the man laugh. “And it was nice meeting you, cutie.” I waved to the little girl, who waved back in excitement.

“BYE!” she hollered as I stepped out of the subway.

Once I got outside of the station, I paused and texted my sister.

y/n

Jeong Jaehyun

The idea of love oddly scares me now a days. The thought of giving my whole self to another… maybe it’s the fear that someone may throw it away? Or maybe the love I have to offer isn’t enough? Or possibly I’m someone who isn’t meant to be loved? Love is such a confusing, yet wonderful thing in life. We will never truly understand the meaning of “love” and what they stand for, but it’s one of the things us human beings  yearn for. Love can be so many things and I think that’s why it’s a gut wrenching fear within me.

Thank you for joining my Ted talk on love.

P.s I know love is scary, but try your best everyday to spread love to those around you.

the only way I could Remember that you were once mine - haechan one shot

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If anyone was to see you right now, standing outside your ex's door, knocking hysterically with tears running down your face they would think you're out of your mind.

Which you kind of are, your dog which your ex gifted you and co-parents with you has gone missing.

Haechan opens the door, confused with the rapid knocking only to see you standing on the other side of the door looking like that. Instantly his mind goes haywire, thinking of the worst.

"What happened?! Are you hurt?" he ask, quickly but gently pulling you inside his dorm. Checking for any injuries but he didn't see anything.

"Y/N! I need to know what happened" Haechan says, growing more and more worried with every second

"Da- Daisy, she's- she's missing. I can't find her" you said in between hiccups. Now Haechan loves that dog as much as you, but right now he feels a bit of weight lifted off his shoulders when he heard you're okay.

Gently he gathers you in his arms, shushing and gently patting you on the back to calm you down. "Shhh it's okay shhh she'll be fine. We'll find her, but first I need you to calm down"

When you finally stopped crying, Haechan hands you a bottle of water. He already has his coat on, keys and phone in his pocket ready to go whenever you're ready. Only when you were done drinking he notices you weren't wearing any jacket, just an old shirt of his he probably left at your place.

He goes back to his room to grab a hoodie for you, knowing how easily you get cold.

"When and where did you last saw her?" Haechan asks, handing you the hoodie. You didn't ask any question, instead you put it on you. Your mind focused only on finding your furbaby.

"At home, I just took the trash out I must've left the door open. I couldn't find her after that" you can already feel the tears going again

Haechan pulls his phone out, checking the tracking app that was connected on her collar. Coincidently he got it last week when it was his turn to have her for the week.

"What's that?" you ask, "Tracking chip, I had it installed in her collar luckily"

"You did? Is she near? Where is she?" you ask while walking towards him to see his phone screen, he shows it to you

"She's nearby, see. We'll find her" he assures you.

The two of you walked out on the cold night, hands shoved in your pocket. You notice how much colder it got, this made you worry more about your dog.

"I'm such a bad furmom"

"No, you're not. You didn't mean it"

"I can't lose her" you whisper, more to yourself but Haechan heard you. He knows she means the world to you, when he gave you Daisy he has never seen a bigger smile on your face. Attacking him with kisses and thanks afterwards.

When the two of you called it quits, he ofcourse left the dog with you. She was yours more than his. But you know just how much Haechan adores her too so sometimes Daisy spends time with him.

"We'll find her, we're close" he says, looking again at his phone screen.

"Daisy, daisy girl where are you" you say outloud, beckoning your dog to come out when suddenly a blur of white comes dashing towards you and Haechan.

"Oh my god! You're okay, hi love you're okay you're safe" you say over and over again while you try to hug the overly excited puppy. Meanwhile Haechan just stands back and watch you reunite with your and technically his furbaby.

Daisy then runs over to him, clawing on his legs wanting to be picked up. "Hey crazygirl, you got us worried. Where did you run off to huh" Haechan says, hugging the puppy close to him.

He can hear a few sniffles coming from you, quickly looking over to see you wiping a few tears away.

"See, she's fine. No more crying" he tells you with a small smile,

"Sorry"

"Sorry for what?" he asks you, confused why you were apologizing.

"I just barged in your apartment like that, then I was freaking out and now you had to come out in this cold night to go find her"

He shakes his head, looking down at the white fluff wiggling on his chest like she was looking for warmth. He opens his jacket to put her inside, carrying her like that instead.

"I would've come and find her for you"

You didn't say anything, pursing your lips and looking at the puppy now all cuddled up in his jacket.

"Let's get the two of you home" he whispers, "I can go home by myself, no need to tire yourself out" you protest but Haechan wasn't having any of it.

For months now he's been looking for a way to talk to you. Whenever you drop Daisy off you never really say more than a few words to him, this is his chance he wasn't about to waste it.

Also there's no way in hell he was letting you walk back home alone, by yourself this late at night.

He pulls you by the hoodie, leaving you no choice but walk beside him.

"I can walk by myself you know, I got to your apartment fine"

"I'm surprised you didn't trip on your way, you were a mess" he jokes, this earned him a light punch on the side

"I only tripped like three times running up the stairs, the elevator in your building still sucks and I was in a hurry"

"You could've called me instead, or did you delete my number?" he looks over at you, you were looking down at your shoes

"So you did delete it" he mumbles

"No use deleting it when I have it memorized. I didn't even think about it, I was just freaking out when I can't find her inside the house so I just ran to you" you explain

"Why?" he asks

"Why what?"

"Why'd you run to me?"

You stare back at him, thinking of some other answer but it's like his eyes were compelling you to say the truth

"I knew you'd know what to do, I didn't know who else to call. I only thought of you"

After all this time you still trust him that much and that meant the world to Haechan. You may not be together anymore but knowing you still think of him when you need someone, hearing he's still the first one on your list elicits this warm feeling in him.

"Save my number" he says, not knowing what else to say

"Huh?"

"Save my number so next time you won't have to dial it manually, when you need me I'm one dial away. I'll show up, whenever wherever no matter the time I'll show up. You don't have to be the one running to me, don't want you tripping on the way" he jokes

"Yah!" you scold him, meanwhile he just laughs at how cute you were. The fluffball you both love now napping in his arms,

"Thank you, for tonight. And for Daisy" you sincerely tell him, "You already thanked me for her"

"Yea well I don't think it'll ever be enough, she's my everything. I wouldn't know what to do without her. It's like you knew I needed her, so thank you"

In his mind he thanks you too, for showing up in his life. For being his for some time in this lifetime. For being the girl he never knew he wanted and needed, and yet you're the one he keeps coming back to. Like the universe knew he needed you.

"Thank you, too" he tells you, you just shot him a smile. Continuing your walk back home with him and your little one. Maybe tomorrow he'll gather the courage and fate decides to be on his side again.

"Tomorrow, I'm taking her to this dog cafe. If you wanna come with" you invite him, the universe answering him immediately.

"I would love to"

"Okay, tomorrow then"

>> take my breath

wc: 465 give me a good morning call tomorrow

“good morning!” haechan greets, cheerful as he sings into the receiver. “it’s morning now, right?”

there’s a moment of silence that passes before you respond, and for a second all he hears is the faint rustle of your cotton sheets. you let out a yawn.

“mhm,” is your eventual, sleepy reply. “5 am to be exact.”

he throws his head back. “damn, i miscalculated.”

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