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Nah why does america have a city called Buston Massivehugetits 😭😭

“jeonghan?”

your boyfriend is already looking at the doorway before you’re even hovering by it. he’d heard the padding of your sock-covered feet, and his head was already angled towards you in mild concern.

“hey, sleepyhead,” jeonghan greets, question in his voice. you’d announced your early night only a short while ago, and while he’ll never not love the sight of you sleepy-eyed and pouty, he’s a little confused. “what’s up?”

you’re crossing the room slowly, picking your way carefully through the lego pieces strewn over the floor. hugging a cardigan to your chest too — probably set the thermostat too low again, jeonghan thinks fondly. you never think to just raise the temperature.

“i like it.” you nod towards the plastic car he’s half-finished with as you sit yourself down on the sofa.

“thank you, baby. couldn’t sleep?” he leans back from where he’s been sitting on the floor; twists to brush lips over your cheek, and pick a thread off your jumper as he does so.

you hum incomprehensibly, already sprawling comfortably on the couch, draping a fluffy grey blanket over yourself. you glance at him once, a quick meeting of the eyes, and you look away, speaking shyly. “just… wanted to be nearer to you, i guess.”

the sentiment makes him a little warm on the inside. all sorts of gummy, syrupy feelings that bubble around happily when you say things like that. so casually and innocently loving.

“i could’ve moved there,” he remonstrates, soft and gentle when he brushes a hand over your cheek.

“s’okay,” you yawn, curling up to watch him with those gorgeous, sleepy eyes. “i’m perfectly happy over here.”

an / inspired by me being so so soooo sleepy. going to bed directly after posting this goodnight❣️ been doing such WEAK writing this past month (sorry i am just not with it recently)

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unimportant bc i’m ranting

I JUST TALKRD TO HIM FOR A FEW MINUTES AND IM JUST REHEJJXJD I WANNA BE FEIENDS W HIM SO BAD FUCK

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:(

pls be friends w me ik ur mysterious and everything but pls🙏🙏🙏 u seem so cool and i KNOW we have similar interests and like ik i at least exist to him bc he remembers my major and some classes i’m in but pls pls pls i just rly wanna be friends w u.

i need to seek help

do you ever get friendlust. like. you just see someone and you’re like. man. i have such a friendcrush on you. i wanna be ur friend so bad. i wanna be more than a friend. i wanna be a BEST friend u hear me. ur so cool. i admire u a lot and ur so funny. plz b my bffl. i will treat u right. let me be ur drake-friend. no other friend will treat u like i would

“have you ever been in love?”

vernon’s question comes straight out of the blue. there’s a movie playing on the tv, but you’re just now realising that he hasn’t been following along at all — he’s been looking at you.

“in love?” you repeat, and you don’t answer the question. on purpose, because this — whatever hangs between you two — is still relatively new. “why?”

he shrugs. “just ‘cause. i think i’m in love with you.”

you freeze; eyes flit to him, where he reclines casually on the sofa, brown hair falling over his eyes, features soft and golden in the dim light. the lightbulb needs changing, you register distantly. he said he loves me.

“oh,” you manage finally, and there’s something large and warm and bright swelling in your chest. something warm and wet pricking at your eyes too, but nothing can take away from this feeling. this moment is yours, forever. “oh.”

vernon’s eyes flit between the screen and the ground, before landing on you. (the colour brown has never looked so beautiful.) “you don’t have to say anything.” his voice is quiet, floating between the two of you. “i just — i wanted you to know.”

it only takes you four simple words to get him to smile again: shy, bright, dazzling, even. almost timid, with the way his cheeks colour — but you get it. it’s new territory, this l word.

but for once, you’re not scared. that might come later; you’ll be surprised if it doesn’t. for now, though, all you feel is golden.

an / this vernon brainrot won’t go away. he’s always there. in my brain.

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“imagine,” you declare, with a magnificent sweep of the arm, “if we never met.”

wonwoo furrows his brows at those words. “why,” he begins finally, perplexion creeping into his voice, “would i want to imagine that?”

you shrug. lean over him to reach for the wooden spoon; it’s baking day, if 3 in the morning can be considered day. “i don’t know,” you say distractedly — the tip of your tongue slips out when you concentrate on scooping. “it’s a hypothetical question. what do you think you’d be doing? if we never met, and fell in love?”

there’s a comfortable ease in the way you say love. you know he means it; he knows you mean it.

“right now?” he casts a glance at the clock; he likes to tease you. “probably sleeping.”

you glance up then, features arranged blank and unimpressed. half-pout, half-scowl.

that’s not what gets him, though. what gets him is your eyes; soft. bright. they twinkle a little, or maybe it’s just the kitchen light, but whatever it is, it takes his breath away — just for one short, ephemeral moment. perfect, he thinks, as he looks at you. threadbare t-shirt, brownie mix on your arm, smudge of flour on your nose. and he’ll think it a hundred times more before the cakes are even out the oven.

“i love you.” he says it out loud, those three overworked words that sum up the jumble of images and words and intangible abstract commodities that breeze through his mind when he looks at you. the words feel insufficient sometimes — like now — but it’s the closest he can get.

you laugh, then, throwing a chocolate chip at him. “nerd.” a smile that’s teasing, but gentler at the edges. “i love you too.”

an / none of u understand the full extent of my feelings abt this man. UGHHH.

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this feels like bullying. user toruro has hurt my feelings and i don’t think i can ever show my face again on tumblr dot com.

no way

can u go back on anon